On a May morning in the 90’s, while my world was going through a significant transition, I wrote this poem in my journal. It was at a time when I was enduring what would be a long and painful separation from a loved one. I am grateful every day that we were eventually reunited.
Fat raindrops on the window glass
of this dreary rented room
are a welcome relief.
They offer cold commiseration
to the tears on my face.
The overcast gloom
of grey clouds
is a dome of hammered tin.
It fits well with the gloom
of my thoughts.
A shroud of fog
mercifully blankets my world,
insulating and protecting me,
numbing the reality I cannot face.
This ache is easier to bear
when it is raining,
easier to take than a pitiless sun smiling down,
illuminating the reasons why
you walked away.
– May 10, 1995
14 thoughts on “Missing You”
Jennifer, your poem is beautifully sad – glad you not still living it. The sun does seem to mock us when it shines through our grief.
Blessings ~ Wendy
Thank you, Wendy. Yes, I’m grateful it is in the past. It was a long five years, though.
The shroud of fog blanketing your world rang so true for me. This is strong and effective. Thank you.
Thank you! So happy you liked it.
The image took me by surprise.
I chose that cat pic because she looks like a cat in my life at that time. 🙂
Writing through the pain has helped me through so many hardships and to look back and think wow! I felt this way, It is a gift a lesson in life lived and served and now you are wiser for the experience. Thanks for sharing this beautiful poem Jennifer.
You’re welcome. 🙂 Last week when I dug out my old journal from those days, it was like stepping back in time, having a visit with my younger self. I only wish I had held on to diaries I kept previous to that, when I was a child.
Some life lessons are tough, but yes, writing through them, in spite of the pain, helps me cope.
Rings so true for me
(although I am past the pain).
That is a blessing to be past the pain. Hugs to you, Elizabeth for coming out of it. You are a strong lady. x
A beautiful poem Jennifer. I rejoice with you that you were re-united.
Thank you, Diana. I am happy it all worked out in the end. x
Thank you for your kind comment. So glad you liked it. 🙂
All these images can take on some many different hues – I very much like the way they reflect back at you here just what you are feeling. Nice poetry!