A Sadness

I cannot read of sadness,
   the heartache and pain of loss.
It opens all the old wounds
  to renew the bleeding of my soul.
I cannot bear the aching, the loneliness,
  of having to relive that moment you left.
There is no coming back from it
   as life moves forward despite our holding on.
You go away again, every afternoon
   as the clock recalls the hour
And here I sit only with your memory
  marking time alone.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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