I’m fading, lover
day old bread thrown to wild birds
their wink gleaning
our false rise
lover … I’m fading
in and out
washed by time and exposure
old camera, old film
new development
the blink of an eye and we’re
gathering hats for our funeral
see, there’s a swatch within
me
wild and unfettered
the brush of red in the hedgerow
uncatchable
redolent with longing
to be more than yours
greater than this
dusty shelf
empty bed
absence bound in absentia
In these lines
“we’re
gathering hats for our funeral
see, there’s a swatch within
me
wild and unfettered
the brush of red in the hedgerow
uncatchable
redolent with longing”
I see why you titled the poem as such. Short, powerful, descriptive, and to the point.
Beautiful in its quiet severity.
Day old bread is such an image. As children we were sent to buy that, because it lasted longer 🙂
Nicely expressed
The saying goes,
“Absence makes the heart grow fonder.”
But that is a temporary absence
A brief absence
Absence unrelieved
Absence sans hope
Wears on the heart
Makes an exhausting longing
Makes the heart grow fainter
Without extinguishing the flame
Of desire
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TheFeatheredSleep – Missing
Beautiful writing, Candice, and beautifully sad. To think that those treasured moments we learn to hold close in our loneliness all our lives begin to fade later on makes me cling to my memories closer now and appreciate every small moment.
Thank you for sharing this touching piece!