. Poetry from The Great In-Between: Loss

Thursday, February 13, 2025

Loss


(A lone voice whispers, crying into a silent night as a white candle burns)


I still miss you like seeing a yellow butterfly in the rain


This new pain may be indescribable, but to me, it's palatable 


For without this indescribable pain


In time, 

I'm afraid


I'll slowly forget losing you


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 


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