Tasting your wine
Inconsolable
Stung by bitterness
I think of you
Holding the child towards me
My Love
Your absence darkens my world view
An iron curtain shutting down
The light that I had always lived by
As though I was not there
Tonight I miss you talking to me
Enigmatic
Soulful
Almost priest like when you lied
I would note the oblique lilt of your laughter
Those times you sorted dried flowers in the kitchen
Your chair tilted back
The child asleep in your arms
It is too hard - too hard - to live alone
Bearing the weight of a memory
That
I cannot now shrug off
With the ease that I shredded your photo
Trevor John Karsavin Potter
22nd. September 2013.
Part sketched 4th. - 7th. December 2012.
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