apersonaljourney – stories of love

I don’t know how to fill this space,

a deep and sometimes sullen chasm

of bittersweet memory,

sorted reflection,

an ability to pass our lives as if nothing ever really mattered,

today,

it’s like shaving my head,

wearing a toupee.

There’s nothing realistic in burying my feelings,

never had that ability,

always wished,

yet only tears would or could or did

define my emotion.

I’m telling a story with words,

though I cannot seem to come to grips

in their meaning,

the impact they a phrase might have on me,

and yet,

every thought I can put into a free verse,

is meant for her eyes,

hers only,

and when I do let go and let my words run,

I fear,

what happens every time.

I lose you,

I lose myself struggling to ‘be’ again.

© Scott F Savage 4/2020

‘the ‘b’ series