by Mr. Darcy
I used to fear death, but now with it being all around us, i feel them too, not so very far away. I still talk to my late sister and i am sure she is there. |
by Maple Tree
They are with us, always! |
by Ben Pickard
Thank you, both. I suppose they must be, somehow or another, else how could they still have such a vast impact on our lives? I do wish though that I had been even more aware of what their loss would mean when they were still alive. I suppose that's what this is mostly about. |
I am loving these shorter poems from everybody. This, especially, hits hard. Sometimes I can't help but think of future losses, and how they may all be vastly different from one another. I keep reading this, because it reminds me someone specific in my life who I haven't lost yet, and I always say to myself that it won't affect me. That I won't miss them. That it won't break me, but it could. I've wanted so much more from them in life, and I know there is still time, but it feels too distant. I initially read this as wondering why that bond with this person wasn't strong before, maybe despite your attempts and their absence in your life, and how you wished for more of a connection. This also touches on regrets, or wanting to be close to someone in whatever way, but not feeling that closeness and emotion until after. There's a sadness and bitterness in coping and having to process all of this. |
by Em
Hi Ben, |
by Ben Pickard
Thank you, MA and Em for such thoughtful comments. |
Hmm. I've been wondering about commenting on this for about . . . A month. It feels like a bit of a difficult thing to comment on. |
by Jack
This is such a nice little poem! I think this is one of my favorite Syntuits on this web site ever! I'm surprised it didn't get on to the front page! |