(A lone voice whispers)
In the deepest depths of me, I sometimes still hear your funny, sweet laughter.
Shining like a mighty blazing beacon all the way from the grave hereafter.
A new sun filled with old dreams once begun—as a spider's new web is spun.
In the deep depths of me, I can sometimes hear you say.
Stay; don't leave me alone for another day. But then you always fade away.
Like all my beautiful memories of yesterday.
Back into the shade where you'll forever hide within its glade.
Somewhere deep inside.
Just to wait with the stars at night.
To serenely whisper from the deep depths of me.
Begging me to dream and to open my soul's real eyes to once again see you.
And hear you laugh about all the beautiful things we once used to do.
(C) Copyright John Duffy
A poem exploring learning to live with loss—not by forgetting, but by allowing the beloved to exist as a gentle inner presence.
The loved one no longer walks beside the speaker, but they shape how the speaker sees the world.
Grief becomes a quiet teacher.
Where it's tender, restrained, and intimate—a poem about how love doesn’t end; it just changes location.
Salute.
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