There were lots of things you did not know.
You not being there stopped the flow.
All these things I could have shared
yet it seemed to me you never cared.
The day you walked away from me
would be the last time I would see
you
or hear from you,
my life then showed a different view.
I'd turn to share the joy I felt,
reach out for you as my heart would melt,
I looked to see where you would smile.
To get used to this,
it took a while.
When I wanted to call
and share some news
I couldn't,
without treading on someone shoes.
It was like you shut and locked the door.
A part of my life you were no more.
An empty space where you once lay,
no one to catch the words I say.
I remember feeling it was so unfair
yet I could not voice it
you was not there.
Today,
the tears flow from my eyes.
My mind throws out
the what, ifs and whys.
So much,
it seems,
I need to ask.
Though what's the point?
It's in the past!
It didn't warrant words back then.
Would it be wise to trawl it all back again?
At least being here is somewhere I know.
I just return each time you go.
This place is now so sacred to me.
It's where I go and me I be.
It's somewhere I do not need to share.
Nor do I have to.
You're not there!

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Out From Within the Shadow
PoetryIntroduction In March 2013, following the completion of From Within The Shadow, I reached the point of feeling and being like I'd found my way out from within the shadow. With each step it felt like I was opening like a flower: Blossoming, growing s...