A Collective Lack

I awoke to the familiar sight:

A glow discarded;

forever absent.


Unlike most

that inhabit a spinning globe eternal,

what orbits instead is the motionless monochrome,

swarming about as locusts upon the frail.


I rose up with both shoes on the wrong foot;

a daily routine of mounting fatigue

while waiting for a guiding call.

Yet stood in a dull morning’s bright,

I feel no rays

in the loudness of an empty chair.


Coffee grounds,

recycled smiles;

twig limbs to a blaze losing its hunger.

I know it’s far,

far from enough.


Barely held to a thread

that another hand once shared,

until all at once I felt a fabric tighten

in your silent escape to nothing.


What I’d give

just to follow.

What I’d give

just to know.


If I fall slightly deeper,

I might just see your fading glow.

Should I stumble around the rocks at the bottom,

I might just manage to dig you out.


Rather fail to see a sunrise

to avoid the familiar sight:

My corpse of a life trudged into the light

that has become ever so bleak

in your resonating absence.

~

❤ Mitch

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