Gone

After your leaving footsteps long were silent
after the open front door caught no goodbye
after your front porch shadow faded away

after all our hope just imploded
after all our joy became a memory
after penetrating sadness collected day upon day

after the promises echoed hollow
after the dreams blurred to empty grey
after our days of passion had become the past

after the taste of regret grew ever bitter
after the loneliness mercilessly mounted
after sands in the glass spilled away to the last

what was once a rich blaze
had burned through the fodder
sadly all that remains is ash and char

our vision was most beautiful
our intention honest and real
its brightness so intense it burned out like a star

I did not know your gone would be so far and final
I did not know love could become a haunting quiet
I did not know how deeply this silence would scar
 

Unknown artist — maybe Edward Hopper
 

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rob kistner © 1/14/25

Poetry at: dVerse