survivors…

 

unseen battlefield
where only one body lies
that of a loved one
taken years ago by death
now life’s raging loneliness

 

nugatory ​slumber…

in the night
when you reach
and
the warmth
is gone
the day’s words
of
sincere sympathy
seem
as empty
as
the pillow
besides
your head
and
when sleep
finally comes
night’s
cold arms
all too soon
embrace
each dream
and
memory
of
another’s soul
curled
next
to yours