You were the poetry
I wrote, my longing
in every word
to summon the
shadow
of your fading heart
lost to that forever
sleep of
darkness
that has
hardened me and
left me here
in the most empty,
loneliest parts
within my
pleading ghost
to be healed of
these eternal
hurts, desperate
to cure death
with verse

©Debbie Berk 2018 / www.debbieberk.com