The arms are empty now,
The space overflows
With memories
And choking fits
Of nightly haunts
And baby’s shadow on the wall.
Even emptiness can hurt
Where the loss is felt
Deep down
Where the darkness grows.
See the eyes?
The fluttering fingers?
The turned away head
Concealed the dead
Approaching with open hands.
Close your arms my sweet,
The child has gone,
And the long
Black passage
Of grief and pain
Has reared its head
And returned again.
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They've all gone away.
Died in the depths of melancholy
and decay.
I just wanted to stop by since I am finally going through what is now listed as under 5,000 pieces of gather new mail that is sitting in my inbox on here.
With that mentioned I just came across either a mailing from you yourself, or someone else brought this piece to my attention. You or they felt that your creation should be shared with the gather community, which I am very glad that it was passed on to me to view. So I wanted to say Thank you for taking the time out of your busy day to publish it here on gather for us to all view. :o)
As well before I leave you I wanted to wish you a Happy New Year... in 2009 :o)