While I still hear your breathing

and the beating of your heart

While I still reach out for you

at noises in the dark


I still wait for your return

long after you’ve been gone

I still turn down the volume

when it plays that special song


While summer rays of blazing gold

eventually simmer down to fall

I still hold these memories

and listen for your call


There is a separation

between  life and death

I still feel you here with me

in whispers and in breath


Some days feel the pain so recent

and tears come to my eyes

the lingering unanswered

the forever question why


I look up to the heavens

on rainy days like this

tears from immortal memories

recalling your final kiss



43 thoughts on “Still”

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  2. This is beautiful Ionia. That fourth stanza, about separation but still feeling someone’s presence – powerful stuff. Seems you did find one talented muse out there beyond ‘civilization’ – enjoy!


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