Ephemera

The Lark’s poetry competition

Things I never believed I could give away, fearing pain of loss if not seen each day. Now they’re gone and not missed today. I don’t even remember why they had to stay.

Finally, I feel that pain I feared today. I needed to hear every word you say. Things can be lost or given away. They never caused the pain my heart feels each day.

Foolishly thinking it would never hurt this way, I walked away from you with a heartless sashay. Now, missing and wanting you so much, I can’t move again without your loving touch.

Only one thing left which I will not miss. It’s already been ripped out from loneliness. Here, take my heart; it no longer knows bliss. Without you by my side, it’s totally useless.

Thank you to The Lark and editor Denise Larkin for a wonderful place to read and write on Medium.