The portrait

I’ve looked at that image A million times … Held it to my face Deeply inhaled Closed my eyes Felt the softness Under my touch Through my fingers With tears in my eyes Kissed it gently As if I could extract His very essence A silent prayer An unholy plea Seeing him there Standing before

With trembling hands

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EVENING IN

She stood at the counter Knowing he would be home soon Humming to herself As she lovingly prepared their meal Nothing extravagant But special nonetheless An evening to be shared Food and drink Conversation Soft music Stories to be told Stories to be heard Brushing unruly hair back Pouring another glass of wine Checking the

LEFT BEHIND

She sat in the corner, listening to the deafening sound of silence, the room cold and dark, but for the faint amber glow of the accent lamp that illuminated the edge of her desk. She looked at the untouched plate of food and her stomach recoiled at the sight. She needed to get rid of

Reparation

Within her circle of stones She drifts back to that place Casting out shadows Demons handsome face Once lost in his darkness A labyrinth of despair Longing for an illusion Twin flames sweet embrace That lone wandering drifter Disguised as a sage Stealing souls Trying to make it pay She felt he was coming Hyena