Missing Poem by Barbara Talman

Missing



How much you missed.
Roles, layered as Winter clothing
on a Summer day, kept you.

How could you feel, sense
all the fragile beauty around you?
Delicate we were,
even you.

All longing for each
others human face,
some feeling shown,
to communicate, to know, to hope
beyond the cold
sarcasm, there was love.

Not just of each other,
but of life itself.

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Barbara Talman

Barbara Talman

Chicago, Illinoise
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