A Poem of Loss
written by: Ger White
I no longer miss his face, but I sorely miss his space
When we were out, his space protected
Wrapped around me if I felt dejected
He held his space when we spoke with friends
Kept that distance so we could see ourselves
He was quiet. Yet his space made a difference
I don’t miss his face, I miss his space!
I feel a duty to refill “our space”
However – it’s still just me
Love is missing where he used to be
I don’t miss the man, don’t miss his face
But I sorely miss his quiet space.
APRIL 2020 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Ger White - (Gerardine) grew up in West of Ireland. She inherited the skill of poetic rhyme from parents and writes to give continuity of traditional ways and for fun. She is published in Clarendon House Publications - Poetica Series, Sweetycat Press publications, Linden Press publications, Impspired publications. And her work appears in over 22 Anthologies. Her first book “Newspapers on the Floor, Poems on Irish Traditional ways” Amazon. Her second book “Celtic Visions – Poems from the Celtic World” Amazon and all bookshops.
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