an empty spot
at the table
a conversation
not held
gifts
not given
nor received
a hole
in a life
to be filled
later
at a table
in a home
somewhere
else
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Excellent. The ending was exactly filling, which what the holidays is about. Filing in both a physical and emotional way, even though the sadness lingers.
Thank you, Benjamin. Both the sadness and the joy linger on.
You’re welcome. And yes. I agree. I’d love to reblog your poem “contemplating if” you’re okay with that.
You honor me, Bejamin. I thank you in advance.
You’re welcome. Have a great Friday!
Amazing poem. I give thanks for it.
Thank you. That’s very kind of you to say.
Oh, this is very sobering. Has a sad emptiness to it. Unfortunately it’s a reality for too may.
I really like this poem.
🙂
Thank you. Since you’ve lived so many places yourself, I think you can relate to it.