Hush
In the time that flows
Within this breath
This quiet as before
Welcoming in loneliness
Where he sits in silence
Hugging himself to sleep
I cannot read the signs
Cannot clasp the day
In here is where I live
In this small space of time
Hush
In the wreath I pass to you
Conceal your salty tears
Quieten the raging tide
The sickly swell of loss
I see you, walking tall
Full of feelings so small
I cry where you sit alone
Rain lighting the windowpane
Never knowing this loss
This empty void inside you
Yearning to be gone, to fly
And
hush.
copyright Vickie Johnstone
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