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
Rose Girl's World 
OMG. Exactly how I feel.
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I’m so sorry you’re also going through this… I’m sending you love
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Thankyou so much. Sending you love too
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Aww thank you! And remember: this too shall pass. Everything always passes. Except true love. That’s the only thing that remains (I’m also speaking to myself now 😉)
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So right. Thankyou 😊
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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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Yes indeed. So true. Thank you so much for understanding, SD.
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You’re welcome, MS.
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This sounds so real, Marieke.
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Yes it was very real. Thank you so much, Punam, for reading and commenting. I appreciate it
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I do hope it was not for long! Wishing you well always. ❤️
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Thank you very much, Punam! ❤️
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❤️
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