Raw

And I could scream now,
the deep ache
I could smash it into words
and into a poem
Raw love, raw pain

I could scatter it around
I could roar it,
the missing you
I could make my lines
thunder and shake
crawl and howl

But instead,
I hold my cup of coffee
and stare
I hold my breath

And not even my tears
want to come out
to relieve my heart

©RoseGirl2020

13 Comments

  1. Missing someone can be brutal, especially when all that love, pent up inside is so big, the ache of not being able to release it, physically, even swallows the tears. This is achingly beautiful, MS.

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