a sweet voice that sang


beautifully, her eyes gazed,
gazed as though she knew,
knew of the mourning,
the mourning that pains,
that pains me each day

delicately, she smiled,
smiled a sweet voice,
a sweet voice that sang,
sang of the love,
the love I have not made

innocently, her arms reached,
reached for my embrace,
my embrace that must seem,
seem like something is missing,
missing from my life


By Jennifer A. Fifield

Image: Unsplash

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