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Empty Space
I need you here in my world
How do I claim a soul taken too soon?
If I slam on the brakes, fly through the windscreen
Would I find you in the dead zone?
In my half state, would I be able to hold on to you
Bring you back
Does the memory of me live with you still?
Do you hear me calling late at night?
For one last moment
One kiss, one touch of your hand
Our daughter is calling
Daddy, I’m hungry
I am called back to my own world
By the sound of her voice
There is an empty space walking beside me
An outline of you I cannot touch…
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A thoughtful and moving poem, Anita. How do we claim a soul taken too soon?
I’m sure a lot of people would love to know the answer to that…
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Hi, would love for you to check out my blog and let me know what you think ☺️
Thank you for sharing, Isha. I tried to visit your blog again but my pc is misbehaving this morning, I’ll try again later. From what I remember though, it looked attractive and very well put together…
Thank you for checking it out 🙂
This is penetrating, Anita. Powerful. Thank you for sharing. xo
Thank you, Natalie…