The visage of the time we spent.
Sits heavily in mind.
For what i lost meant.
With out i am left blind.
At home left wandering in unfamiliar terrain.


What is it I speak of if not love.
  A euphoric state of relentless attraction.
My predisposition, not to see lack thereof.
To the point of abstraction.
Preoccupation with something to the exclusion of all else...

palewingedpoetess's picture

so true..............

heavy emotional preoccupation is a collective ailment but you described it so beautifully. Sincerely, Melissa Lundeen.