No Longer

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    • "Morning without you is a dwindled dawn." -E. Dickinson

    No Longer

     I feel you no longer
    your hand on my cheek is no longer there
    your hand in mine
    I cannot feel anymore
    your strong embrace that kept me warm
    is now 400 miles away
    yet I feel the distance is so much more
    my heart breaks thinking of the space that keeps me from you
    I long for something to make me feel you near
    but your shirt no longer smells of you
    I thought I'd always feel you with me
    but now there's this feeling of nothing but emptiness
    As if you are gone from this world
    Just a memory that haunts my dreams
    I no longer want to sleep
    The true meaning of being alone
    I feel you no longer.

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    poeticmike commented on No Longer

    03-24-2012

    This is deeply heartfelt.......I feel your pain.....almost made me shed a tear on this write, so very strong & true.....We all try to balance the weight of having such a boulder on our shoulders off containing the distraghtness of losing a loved one........
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    MorsetBillie commented on No Longer

    03-20-2012

    The emptiness that comes with missing a loved one can make you feel like you have a hole in your heart. A hole which nothing else can fill. Nothing else besides being with that person.
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    Oraios

    03/23/2012

    So true! It's even worse when you can not be with them.

    ansari commented on No Longer

    12-22-2011

    Yes when you miss your loved one, it is feeling which comes from the bottom of the heart.
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    Oraios

    12/22/2011

    yes definitely a deep feeling.

    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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