To Feel

An agony, this silence
It stretches into
An eternity of wondering
And wanting you
The anger gripped tight
Held like a shield
Is all that’s between us
And the abysmal star-field
For upon what I gaze
While dark thunders on
Is desperate and gorgeous
And sad, like a song
It’s the look I imagine
On a face I can’t see
It’s all we can’t know
About what longs to be.
This agony, this silence
This absence of you
Is the hell that I’ve feared
A nightmare come true
But I bless every day
That I awaken and feel
The pain that was love
Because that, Love, was real.


Echoes on the Stairs Copyright © 2015 by Felicity Johns. All Rights Reserved.


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