Remnants
The day after you left
I sat on the ledge of my desires
and spun an intangible invisible web
suspended around my essence
encapsulating the warmth of your trusted touch,
the moisture of your recycled kiss
entangled in the firmness of your caress
whilst the rest of the world froze
in the mold of you
beside the phone that stopped ringing,
around the birds not chirping,
and the waves that finished undulating--
only moments after
the windows got stuck open
leaving the stale air of your absence
empty without your love.
He who returns never left
Diana Raab is an award-winning poet, memoirist, poet, and author of eight books, including four poetry collections, Listening to Africa, Dear Anais: My Life in Poems for You, The Guilt Gene, My Muse Undresses Me. Her latest collection, Lust, was released in 2014. She often facilitates groups on writing for transformation and empowerment. Her work has been anthologized and has widely appeared in trade and literary magazines. She blogs for the Huffington Post, Psychology Today, PsychAlive, and BrainSpeak. Her website is www.dianaraab.com.
fine poetry. . .
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