Absence makes the heart grow fonder – proverb
The day goes by in painful slow motion
so not unlike the others before
segueing shamefacedly, silhouetted
against the reluctant, recalcitrant night fall
loneliness, my constant handmaiden,
drowns me in a downpour of misery
these days I don’t feel whole anymore
a part of me left with you when you left
I am trying to fathom what part am I missing
is it my hands, which on their own volition seek you
remembering your beloved contours
or my skin that yearns for your touch
now feels starved, parched and dry
my eyes maybe, for they see without seeing
forever wanting to drink your sight
my ears too seem to be straining to hear your voice
its undulating cadence and huskiness
perhaps it is my heart, which though still with me
beats as if against its will
torn in two, it pumps silent tears
and I roam around the home touching things,
drinking them up with my eyes
listening to the silence and telling my heart to beat again
trying hard to be whole in your absence.
Merril at dVerse says, “For this prompt, choose a proverb or a pair of proverbs. Use them as you wish—as an epigraph or within the poem.”
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