within the old box
his letters from long ago
tied with blue ribbons
each night brings sorrow
her sheet remains empty cold
his touch a lost dream
weeping through the night
arms reaching out his body
forever alone
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
1916
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends-
It gives a lovely light!
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4 comments:
this is so sad, there is nothing better than a tragic Haiku, love all that emotion!
Heartache for who is lost. We all have been there, some time or the other I think. Well said, Melanie..
bittersweet and poignant ... full of love and well done!!
We've been ther, done that... as what Leo have said!
So sad Melanie :(
But I so love your thoughts, makes me go back to some moments in time :)
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