Hello, dear friends!
Many of you who read my weekly poetry releases know I gravitate to challenging topics around loss, loneliness, and the search for divinity… with maybe an occasional love poem sprinkled in. (hehe)
I feel exploring darker, sadder topics can be cathartic.
Not only perhaps for the value of facing our own demons, but also for the contrast and context it provides us when we experience lighter, happier moments.
For me, the Light is so much brighter when I have confronted the Darkness. I appreciate it all the more.
This week’s poem made me sad when I wrote it. We all deal with loss, but this piece attempts to tackle memory and death (and love?) from a poor confused ghost’s point of view.
Not going to lie, this one brings a wee tear to my eye each time I re-read it.
Looking very forward to hearing your thoughts & feelings on this poem in the Comments Section below.
-PS Conway ☘ ☘ ☘
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a ghost recalls
i don’t know if i once knew you
but i like the color of your hair
i heard you speak my name aloud
with so much tenderness
with such care
i felt like i should recall you
but time has a too funny way
of replaying muddled memories
yet i think maybe
i might have loved you
for once – when once was something real –
there was a man
who knew how to be
who knew how to feel
but that seems so long ago
i hear the ache of your tearfall
i see the pain in your loss
and i wonder if i knew you
if perhaps i might have even loved you
i cannot quite recall