My dearest love,
Your absence has left a
v o i d
in my chest.
A chasm,
Filled with
doubt,
fear,
and regret.
I simply cannot fathom,
because it feels so utterly at random,
that you’re somewhere I can’t be.
They say that light defeats the dark.
Well, now how am I supposed to see?
They say that beauty takes our breath away,
but it must be pain,
'cause I can’t breathe.
They say that Time heals all wounds,
but that’s just some cliche,
because I can’t imagine how
this dagger in my heart
will ever go away.
When we said “I Do”,
I meant forever and a day,
and although your Time here got cut short,
I’ll still love you for eternity
all the same.
Don’t worry my Love,
I won’t let the sadness swallow me.
Although,
there’s a symphony of sorrow
in my chest.
A cavern that echoes with every heart beat
beneath my breast.
Because it is your endless love
that keeps the pace now.
You know,
fire used to dazzle me.
The way it dances and sways,
giving shape to the wind.
The fire in our hearts were lit a blaze
for one another.
But I was betrayed by the fire.
When yours got consumed,
mine went out entirely.
I was left with only swirls of smoke
grasping at the air
as it was smothered by ash
too soon.
What was once a source of
warmth and comfort,
has turned into a
cold,
quite,
t h r o b.
I don’t believe the gap will ever close.
The echo won’t ever fully fade.
And I hope it doesn’t
because it’s a reminder that
you were mine.
Like a brand on my heart.
At least I have that.
There’s no pretty way to end this poem
because there was no pretty way to end us.
But I will say this:
You were a dandelion.
Resilient,
stubborn,
persistent,
strong.
A hero.
You bloomed,
selflessly gave your love away,
granting wishes to those
who crossed your path.
And then you were plucked,
and perished.
But your love was
s c a t t e r e d
by the breath of mortality.
Even in death you blossom.
I do know that you’re with me…
The wind no longer
kicks dust into my eyes.
Instead,
every now and then,
I find a single dandelion seed
tangled in my lashes.
I know it’s a kiss from you.
Please don’t ever stop.
About the Creator
T.L. Amber
Poet | Sober | Healing through words
Published Children’s book author!
I think we should human-be, more
And human-do, less
www.tlamber.com
@t.l.amber



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