Losing Me
I am supposed to write a poem about loss.
I wake to an empty house.It’s dark in here.It’s as if the lights are on but no one’s home. Yet all I can…
Must you still run,
With seasons far behind,
May there be no shame in wearing
love alone was not enough
from the confines of my room, to the utter peace that I felt
everything goes, certainly, eventually, slowly