Love Poems & Poetry

Alice, this is my first winter
Of waking without you, of knowing
That you, dressed in familiar clothes
Are elsewhere, perhaps not even
Conscious of our anniversary. Have
You noticed? The earth’s still as hard,
The same empty garden exists; it is
As if nothing special had changed.
I wake with another mouth feeding
From me, yet I feel as if
Love had not the right
To walk out of me. A year now. So
What? You say. I send out my spies
to discover what you are doing. They smile,
Return, tell me your body’s as firm,
You are as alive, as warm and inviting
As when I knew you first…Perhaps it is
The winter, its isolation from other seasons,
That sends me your ghost to witness
When I wake. Somebody came here today, asked
How you were keeping, what
You were doing. I imagine you,
Waking in another city, touched
By this same hour. So ordinary
A thing as loss comes now and touches me.

This post was submitted by bunnywithlove96.

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