Absence
Oh how lucky I am to have people that will miss me
How good it feels to know I’ve made enough of an impact on other people’s lives for my absence to mean something
These tears are not just happy or sad
But both
They are love leaking out of me
The love I feel for these people and the love I feel from them
They are gratitude welling in my eyes,
blurring my vision
warming my heart
They are the memories slowly running down my cheeks
and as I smile at the thought,
they fall from my face.
If I could bottle this feeling I would
It would sit on a shelf until your absence is too much for me
and I would give some to you
so you can feel that love too.
~ Teya S
Poetry for me is another creative outlet. It allows me to express feelings in a way that makes them easier to feel and it’s not something I’ve ever shared before – except with those closest to me. If you’ve read this far then please let me know if my writing resonates and what you think of it.
You’ve read a little piece of my soul, so let me have a little piece of your mind :))
Thank you!
