i never knew
i sit in silencebut there is no silence
only the sound
of weeping
i never knew
how much space
in my aimless life
was filled with him
i never knew
how much time
in my endless days
was spent for him
i never knew
how i cherished
the look of him
the smell of him
the sound of him
the breath of him
the touch of him
the sight of him
the warmth of him
the thought of him
the words of him
the laugh of him
the life of him
m cadavieco 8th july 2019
Poetry by Marie Cadavieco
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Written on 2019-07-08 at 21:19
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