I did not get to say goodbye…

Forgiveness for a broken promise seeks,

Prostrate upon the floor,

A soul in mourning, tearing down the light.


I don’t know how to grieve,

How to forget to run into your arms,

To hold you close, your every trouble steal –

To long for your embrace cannot unlearn.


I have no tears to give.

An empty place had seared through my lungs,

For when I close my eyes I see you still

Perched at the lilac gate, awaiting my return.


I did not get to say goodbye.

The morning dew lay salty on my cheeks…

It was a dream, no more.

Veiled black, I pass my days in wakeful plight.


Daily Prompt: Generation XYZ