Poem -
A Missing Red Glass
It is never just
A Death
Though
Is it
It is the slowest erosion
Of meaning
Of time
A missing red glass
From the full bodied wine
An absence
So constant
It fills
Every space
Rendering
Words/thoughts
Too meaningless
Emotions
Too base
And the bottle
Keeps cracking
Keeps leaking it's wares
Till theres no trace
To prove
It had ever
Been there
Cept a red splintered
Memory
That stabs here
Stabs there
Till you wonder
What's real
Find
You can't even care
Anymore
M P 17/10/22
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Great write. Very sorry for your loss 😞
It's OK...I don't write for sympathy love...I write for sanitY. ..writing helps with everything don't you think? Hugs x
Ah yes, i understand. It helps so much 😌