Say it with Flowers
When words fail to express how much I miss you, and fail to lend me the strength to hold my own onto that ship...
While your being gone has cast our lives into disarray like a tempest unforeseen, bashing us castaways against the harshness of our depleted surroundings, wreak havoc our lives, split open our hearts...
Despite your not being afar for I can feel you
around, softly brushing past, hesitant tip-toe, lingering into
regretful embrace, gliding up and down the Stairway to Heaven in nocturnal errance...
If only you whisked me along.
How I care to imagine living a day without you and still carry it through, whether my life will be whole again despite the hole that you left...
How what mattered yesterday has come to pass and lies at our feet in its irrelevant, insignificant splendour...
And whether I seek to explain to the rest of you here - or not,
I shall never cease to love you.
When words lack a word and words fail your hurt, elude or go astray, laced into the atemporality of the present hurt...
You have to forget the words and forgive them too.
And let flowers do the talking for you.
© Nathalie Hachet Kuntz, 11-Apr-2018
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