
That Empty Feeling Dawn stretched its red flames Across the tips of the mountains Strange mists awoke my mind The world outside quite still Something felt off, I could see only through a blur of old memories I shouldered my nightgown hearing only his sound, his voice. He laughed I turned, expecting to see him standing behind me Reminding me he liked it off the shoulder The one that made life hard To live without… ©AnitaDawes2022
Whoa, this one tugged at my heart, Anita. Beautiful, but agonizing!
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Thanks Susi…
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You’re welcome! 🙂
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So touching and melancholy. A beautiful poem, Anita.
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Thank you so much, Diana… 💕
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This poem touched me deeply. Oh the things I remember…
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It is good to remember, Jan… 💕
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