Lost Love
Gone are the days of shared delight.
Loneliness, an insidious illness, invades.
Solitude once cherished, now a struggle.
Shackled with guilt and grief,
The days move slowly.
Fleeting moments of contentment,
Devoured by memories and pain.
The mind wades in the past,
Wanders through days cluttered with chronic malaise.
Months go by weighted by the struggle to let go.
The spirit hungers for the freedom of belonging,
For the shared dessert in a lover's bed.
Copyright © Sylvia Nissley | Year Posted 2020
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