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Where Are You

Where are you ?
I waited all night until 
early morning began to sink
its bitter cold into the coming day.
I made room for you,
held a seat for you at my table
and set a plate of warm bread 
before your vacant chair. 

Days, weeks, years 
pass and I still wait.
I am old now
and my hands grow numb
with cold. When will you come
and sit with me, share 
the warm bread 
I have made for you.
I am no longer sure 
that you even exist.

Perhaps you are no more 
than a childhood ghost, mere 
smoke from the shorted out
circuitry of another time,
the hard to let go notion
of a lost sublime,
something precious
I left behind.

Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2023

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Sara Kendrick Date: 8/25/2023 3:29:00 AM Ahhh!! Romantic. Sometimes dreams are just what they are dreams. If the person was there, you might find that you would be wishing they were not there. Thanks for sharing this one with us. Sara Login to Reply Paul Willason Date: 8/27/2023 12:41:00 AM Thankyou Sara for your comments...there's always a fibre of the romantic in all of us...cheers, Paul

Heidi Sands Date: 8/12/2023 11:26:00 AM Powerful poem. Well written :) Login to Reply Paul Willason Date: 8/13/2023 5:07:00 AM Thankyou Heidi for kind words, your feedback is most appreciared. Paul

Lin Lane Date: 8/12/2023 8:59:00 AM Ghosts of loved ones from our past haunt our memories. Paul, the gravity of your lines always evokes a sadness within me that finds some link to what was or might have been in my life. Login to Reply Paul Willason Date: 8/13/2023 5:05:00 AM Thanks Lin for your comments...always thoughtful. Do hope the sadness imparted by some of my lines follows more the Japanese concept of wabi-sabi....the sadness attached to beauty, impermanence etc....aimed for but not always achieved. Value your words...Paul

Tom Woody Date: 8/12/2023 6:00:00 AM Love it. I have an old poem about a man who waits at his and his lovers fave haunt once a year for her return, in vain. Keep writing the good stuff Paul Login to Reply Paul Willason Date: 8/13/2023 4:47:00 AM Thankyou Tom for yr comments and for giving the poem your time. Much appreciated. Paul