A smile creeps around the corners of your face,
a faraway gaze mists your eyes,
remembering the hugs and tears
with each of the little ones.
They’ve long grown up
and fled the nest
But you hold on to those memories
Just in case
they need them again.
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #17 photo prompt.
Image credit: Lisa Fotios – Pixabay
My love, how did I come to lose you?
You, the one to whom
I cleaved my heart, my soul
for all time.
Just a trace of you remains:
a hint of your scent in the clothes
you left behind.
Come back my love, so I can hold you again.
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #16 photo prompt.
Photo credit: ‘Reflections’ by Yunus Emre Uzun
The sun begins its descent, radiating its last rays, before
slipping behind the mountain.
The ebb and flow of the tide, which waits for no man,
Like time, running out.
Running freely, like the grains of sand.
I walk out.
Until the sea
You were there when I arrived
You nodded in my direction
And I felt the warmth of your smile.
Your wit lit up the room
Your laughter sparkled
Your stories enlivened, inspired
Touched a heart; a nerve.
And then you left.
And it was as if
You’d never been there.