Two Poems
Grief
This emptiness does not fill
not with entertainment films or songs
not with success work or fame
The emptiness
is the color of a white coffin
the shape of a vacant bed
It is a scream without sound
it is the slam of a door shut
The emptiness
is my life without you
how do I fill it?
with memories in perpetual grief
Or with a life anew
to be enriched in experience
and ready
to drink again the joys of life
from my untouched glass
On Meeting a Friend
We sat across the table
we ate the delicacies and drank the wine
looking at your misty eyes
I knew there was much to tell
I talked and laughed
at something or nothing
looking at my winkled face
You knew the years had gone by
in the passage of time
In grief and loss
we are helpless spectators
of the inner torment
Wounds dressed in silence
Thus we met and left
knowing we had no need to tell.
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