Posted by Ben Naga
WITH YOU GONE
With you gone
The days fill themselves
To aimless overflowing
While dust drifts like snow
Posted on September 4, 2014, in Poetry and tagged Death, Desire, Life, Loss, Love, Relationships. Bookmark the permalink. 10 Comments.
Thank you. I appreciate you dipping your toe. 🙂
Hum. . .
Does your hum mean you would like some elucidation?
A wee bit. 🙂
When we lose someone, through break up or death, we often try to avoid the pain by distracting ourselves with frenetic activity, rushing about while neglecting the basics of our life, such as the housecleaning. Hopefully once the dust has settled we take up the reins of our lives once again.
I was hoping the title would act as a way in. Seems I got it wrong. 😦
Reblogged this on Dawn of Divine Rays.
Thank you. The rug may be pulled from beneath our feel. A lesson in observing without attachment?
I like this, Ben – perhaps we’ve all been there…..?
Perhaps not all of us, but those who have will, I hope, connect.
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