One wintry December night she vanished
From his life, perhaps never to return
Leaving him with quiet grief untarnished
He lay restless till dawn’s first, gentle turn
He feels the emptiness settle, wide and still
Dreams once held close, now faded and torn
A quiet loss that seems too great to fill
Yet he carries on, though weathered and worn
He wonders why he slips, again, again
Why his words cut deeper than intended
Why he repeats mistakes that leave a stain
While his reasons stay half-defended
For even honest words can often sting
And in harsh light, they cast their edges cold;
He wishes he’d found softer ways to bring
The thoughts that in the moment, felt so bold
He hopes she might let the anger depart
And find, perhaps, a way to start anew
With days that feel as clear as they did at the start
And skies, calm and sunny, in their view
10-18-2024
© Vic Evora