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Half of me was wrenched away
Just six weeks ago, today
Now you’re gone through that door
And I will see your face no more,
We weren’t close, but still I knew
My life and yours, linked as two
Souls that shared a single birth
Both of us, a childhoods hearth.
Still I think you will call me up
We’ll talk a while over a cup
Or two of tea, and a scone
But really I know you’re gone.
I can’t forget, but I will begin
To think you’re in the sky, a star, my twin.
We were never one
But we were together
You and me
Sharing one space.
We were dressed the same
Identically unidentical
Called fraternal –
Really sororal
Now you are gone.
One half disappears
The other must go on.
Apart, forever.
Parted.
My sun has gone out
The moon has split in half
My world is darkened
The loss of a relative
Guts your soul
Don’t scream
Don’t cry
Hold it together
For you
For everyone else
But it’s hard to take.
Time ticks by
Your journey has ended
The world has whirled on in space
And left you behind.
An abrupt ending
Hopefully peacefully
You won’t see my tears
My pain, my loss
I won’t hear your voice again.
Lost in the wilderness
Grief tunnels in
Tugs at my heart
Rending and tearing.
How can I say goodbye
When it’s too late?
The world is mixed up today. Something happened and I think it’s too personal and painful to recount here, so I’m not mentioning names, but I am writing to sort my thoughts out a little.
I have so many regrets, things I didn’t do, words I didn’t speak. Silence I didn’t break. Not because I was being mean, but because I lost track of time, I forgot to remember to keep in touch. And now I can’t speak, I can’t phone. Your voice has gone. Lost. Not forgotten, but hard to remember.
Years go by, we were not close, but we understood each other. Now there is nothing. I have consolation, hubby, family and friends, but I’m so sad. Goodbye. That’s all I can think.
1765…and now it’s gone. History destroyed after more than 200 years. Potters going in to drink at the end of a hot shift. Gilders taking a pint of beer. Food served, life passing by. Once a hotel famous in the Midlands. Feared because it was haunted, loved because it was haunted. Life came and went. It became dilapidated but was rescued. Then covid struck and it closed. But friendly people wanted to buy it back off the new owners and turn it into a community building. Something that would see it restored. Now it will probably never rise from its ashes. Photo by Stokie Bloke. Will remove if this is not acceptable to him.
Today’s #bandofsketchers prompt was destruction. The Leopard Hotel in Burslem, Stoke-on-Trent, was destroyed by fire just a few weeks ago. This is a sketch from a photo by Stokie Bloke (I can’t face visiting the Leopard Hotel). Not very accurate. You can see the roof has gone. There were more photos including the room where my murals were. The walls are still standing, but there are just blank ashy grey spaces. So sad.
This was our local police station, now its being knocked down! What a waste of resources. No doubt they will build a block of apartments. Our city used to have about seven police stations including a headquarters. Police could get to crime scenes or incidents quickly. Now they are miles away. A few years ago the government removed twenty thousand police jobs. Suddenly they decided they wanted to recruit twenty thousand again. Where do they go? What a strange situation. Its a bit like getting rid of all restrictions for Covid which the government are currently doing. Will they, after a few months, have to bring them back again. I wonder how much money they are wasting and how many lives they might devastate by removing the police and relaxing the rules?
My heart hurts
I miss you so much
I stroke your shadow
In my imagination
The way you purred
And pranced
Jumped high
Balanced like a gymnast
My podgy puddy cat
Leaned back and looked up
Paw high
Reaching
Waiting to nuzzle my hand
My memories
My dreams
You are still there.
Like Schrodinger’s Cat
Gone, not gone?
Lingering
I still don’t know where my cat has gone. We went for a walk yesterday evening with our cat carrier. If we saw him in someone’s window or garden we were going to knock on their door and demand they give him back!
Sadly that didn’t happen. I feel more and more despondent. There is an empty space in the house and in my mind. The way he ran up and jumped on the back of the settee with a purrow! The way he came into the bathroom in the morning and greeted me with head butt’s and cheek rubs. I miss him. Hubby misses him. If he has died because of his heart condition I want to be able to say goodbye.
Sorry, just so sad….
Mallaband-Brown