Lost
The warmth of his hands wrapped around her frail, thin hand distracted him for just one moment, he was lost.
Lost, in the depth of his mind as he desperately clung to the memory, not one, but an entire life worth of memories.
Lost, in the overwhelming love he felt over half his life, love that he fears, fears will slip through…..his hand, his….warm…..hands.
Lost, in the sadness, the sadness of refusing to acknowledge the future, the future that is so near.
Lost, in the rhythm of the beeps and sounds surrounding the two high school sweethearts.
Lost, in prayer, desperate prayer as he begs God, Mother Nature and every higher power listening, for help.
Lost, in the need for more, more time, more love, more memories, more her.
Lost, he is lost, never has a word defined a moment in time so accurately.
Lost, as the room becomes quiet, deafening quiet.
Lost, as the hand he desperately clings to grows colder.
Lost, as he loses all faith in the world.
Lost, as he soaks that hand, that face, that bedside with tears, pouring from his eyes.
Lost, his most painful experience ever.
Lost, his world, he….is ……..lost.
Lost, his wife
Lost, sanity, consumed by grief
Lost
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Lost, grown children, saddened, grieving, lonely
Lost, no more, holding hands again
Reunited, but missed by all, but together again.
by: Miranda Sherman
Written as part of Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop
About Miranda Sherman
What a touching poem. Really enjoyed it.
What a moving poem! You’ve beautifully captured a very devastating sense of loss.
Oh my that was truly emotional to read, I have just attended my next door neighbors funeral today your words are truly fitting, thank you xx
Very moving…made me cry!
OH, wow. Reminds me of my grandparents. Lovely words.
Stopping by from Mama Kat’s.
What a beautiful poem. It brought me to tears.
Beautiful poem.
Very moving poem.
What a beautiful and touching poem.