Two days
Twice bereft
Two losses
barely found.
Possibility snatched away
leaves me
longing.
poem-lack February 16, 2016
How strange
that the lack of something
weighs more greatly
than its presence.
poem- gone July 25, 2015
My scheduled time to sit vigil by your bed
was one o’clock this afternoon.
I was there, but you were gone.
.
Shawn L. Bird 