Feelings, Life, Love, Poetry, Relationships


About being separated or apart from those you love.



© 2019 punkie



the clocks chime at five
like at one, two and three

there’s a void at my back
where your body should be

i listen in vain
for a lock to be opened

hear instead the sound
of a heart that feels broken

later, i watch
shadows dance on the wall

wrap myself and my grief
in a soft woollen shawl



© 2019 Susan Macaulay . I invite you to share my poetry and posts widely, but please do not reprint, reblog or copy and paste them in their entirety without my permission. Thank you.

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