The Cost of Letting Go

A poem

Image by Nightcafe

The spaces you once filled
now echo with your absence,
a void that expands relentlessly.

I reach out, grasping for the
phantom of your touch, your voice,
only to have my hands close around
the chill of empty air.

Regret clings like a stubborn fog,
obscuring any path forward,
trapping me in a past I can’t rewrite.

If only I had said more, done more -
these words replay endlessly,
tormenting me with what is lost.

I wade through this sea of sorrow,
adrift, unmoored, unsure
if I’ll ever find the shore again.

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