The Dark…

I ran to the edge of the forest
and howled into the dark
but your soul did not answer
only the wind
And the laughing of coyotes
I used my last piece of fire
days ago
watched it die in my hands
saw the tiny thread of smoke
drizzle skyward
ember fading to black
it’s amazing how many stars
you can see
while you stand shivering
your arms wrapped around you
holding yourself tight
the sun hasn’t risen here
in so long
I’ve forgotten what your heart
used to look like
I’ve got a torn, black and white
photograph
but I can’t see your face
could be time
could be the tears
It’s probably the dark

About Eric

Writer/Plumber/Poet/Father/Gentleman/Romantic
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15 Responses to The Dark…

  1. Rita says:

    Damn! Still got it, Bro ❤️

  2. This is amazing, my friend.

  3. Thea says:

    Love this! Despite its dark, despair. Ah, my heart….

  4. thebrunetteinthepinkscarf says:

    Still beauty in darkness. Something like this doesn’t stop those with loving hearts from loving again. They go all in. 😊

  5. Geetha B says:

    Beautiful and heart-rending!

  6. Eric says:

    Thank you, Angela!

  7. Purpleanais says:

    Oh. My. God. ❤ x100

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