“Longing”
dear love, how are you?
i’m staring at the empty
chair — waiting for you
to show up, perhaps
in my latté’s aroma
wafting to my nose
straight to my sad heart —
mingling with my lonely breath,
your love bringing warmth.
in the eternal
NOW — will you come dance with me,
take me in your arms?
Sitting by myself
Waiting for my iced latte –
hoping you’ll show up.
– Carla A. Romarate-Knipel
7.23.23
Copyright 2023
Grief can be a savage beast
that can pounce at you
any time, tearing your heart into unrecognizable shreds…
and then there are times that it sits beside you like an old friend
quietly keeping you company,
while you wait as an unseen power
gently mends your heart
and pieces them together
one shred at a time.
By: Carla A. Romarate-Knipel (copyright 2023)
Bell Lake, Woodbury, NJ USA
photo by: Carla A. Romarate-Knipel
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