there are voices calling my name
on the other side of the world
an empty chair
a glass not filled with wine
dark meat with gravy
stuffing with mushrooms
manicotti
and Robert’s famous meatballs and gravy
hot and sweet sausage
broccoli with garlic, lemon and oil
Johnny bought blueberry pie
only I’m not getting a piece
’cause I’m over here
on the other side of the world
quietly finishing a bottle of wine
trying not to think of your voice
the sorrow in the air
fresh flowers don’t quite kill the smell
of disappointment
regret
another year gone by
that empty chair
that bottle of wine unopened
ice cream melting on a plate
Al Martino singing love songs
George serving salad
and you sliding food onto my plate
the cat under the table
my hand reaching across
space
grabbing nothing
grabbing air
on the other side
of the world
May the best things in life be yours, not only this Thanksgiving but throughout the years. Happy Thanksgiving from my heart to yours!
Thank you. Have a joyous holiday.
Such beautiful words for such an important Day. I hope that hand reaching across will one day find what it is reaching for. Take care of yourself and God Bless.
Thank you, Anna.
Beautiful and sad.
Thank you.
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Thank you for reblogging this one, too, Douglas.
This one worked its way deeply into the heart and soul. Thank you.
romance for the lonely-thanks M.E.
Thank you.
I was missing your writing, glad to be back at least for some bitty of a time.
Glad to see you back again.
Glad to be back after 14 days of being isolated
Beautifully written having a touch of griefness.
There is sorrow in separation.
Yeah.i can understand.