Separated Poem by Stephen S. Yeandle
Separated
Her memory spreads out before me like her body once did,
the echo of passion resounds in my head.
The room is now empty silent and still,
will the images fade and leave nothing to tell.
Methadone slumber does little to help,
she was all that I breathed and all that I smelled.
I wore the life that she wore,
we walked the same steps,
and spoke the same thoughts
time and again.
Beautiful poem...well written. Sad for you...but maybe this too has passed? Hugs, Dee
Pulling upon my heart strings with this read. Sad, but yet wonderful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 10:21:17 AM # 1.0.0.1119
How clearly you express your grief in this poem...its almost painfull to reaid it..excellent work -Pia