In between happy memories and heartache,
there are the days when it still can’t be born.
Days consumed with my awareness of loss.
Some days – feelings are ignored, muted, dealt with,
and yet … and yet
there are days
when the need is so strong,
when the “lack of” … so overwhelming,
the feeling of being so alone and lonely,
it is then, I realize you’re still here,
in my heart,
and the longing becomes searing, burning pain,
melting tears into little pieces of lost love
and I cry myself to sleep within an inferno of emptiness.
Penny L Howe, 2014