Everyday losses

My mouth is dry
from holding your name inside it
like a mantra
that brings no peace.

My heart too steady 
for what I carry
& my lungs
don't want the air 
they're given

They want last week's air
when I returned you call 
but didn't want to
having better things to do
than hear a voice

I would give anything to hear again.

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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7 Responses to Everyday losses

  1. Sometimes, we just, long for things that, aren’t right for us, and we just have to wait, until that sense of needing, wanting that someone or something to wear itself out…

  2. Trent Lewin says:

    This fairly rips at me, and obviously I have some sense of where this comes from inside you. Would that we could have those chances back. Would that we could.

  3. This is too much.
    Maybe I shouldn’t be reading your posts in reverse order…..
    Hope you are finding and feeling your way….to….where you need to be.
    Much love.

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