I revel, I remember, I rejoice
my time with her, those joys.

Those days in her midst
long gone, now she's nothing more
than a wistful melancholic flick.
Playing o'er and o'er.

The air resonates my ululation,
Of despair, desperation and desolation.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

Share This Poem

This Poems Story

Not everyone is able to cope with loss. Mourning that loss and simultaneously wearing an emotional mask is indeed a tall order.