Sep 5, 2021
1 min read
She’s Not Here
Change
At some point
I must
surrender.
Stop trying.
They are living
in the past,
where time
stood still.
I forged
new
pathways.
Delved deep
into distant shores.
Traveling far
and wide.
Expanding.
Now changed,
— renewed.
They are
still back there
doing the same
old things
in the
the same old way.
There is
nothing
to connect us
anymore.
We have been
separated,
and for good
reason too.
They keep
clinging on
to the old.
Where is she,
they gasp?
Feeling their
desperation.
If they would
only listen,
I could tell them.
She’s not here.
She left a long time ago.
© Orla K.
Thank you Blue Insights for publishing my poem.
