
There is such an ache
to this missing.
It is primal.
How does my heart
not scream
a thousand beats
to the remembering
while crying
a hundred more, in the midst
of grasping edges
of forgetting?
What of sirens and bells,
foghorns and mist?
Surely the lost
have never screamed,
nor heard a wayward cry
such as the one
my soul gives
during this missing,
of you.
© Nicole Lyons 2016
Breathtaking Nicole. I can feel the ache, the longing in each line.
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Thank you, C ❤
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Reblogged this on Brave and Reckless and commented:
I felt the ache and the longing in each line. . .
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Thank you so much ❤
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My pleasure.
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i would think, missing you anytime would be imcomplete…
hugs chris
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Hugs back to you, Chris.
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Sweet and haunting. Loved the pic
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Thank you, Rob.
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Nicole, Nicole, Nicole…you are always so very welcome. it is I who should thank you for your bravery, honesty, guts and courage. You have made a difference in my ways of thinking as you put forth your journey for all to read.
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There are times that I don’t know how to express missing someone. This was just beautiful. I can just barely hear the cry.
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❤
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I hope I have a love strong enough to miss that deeply 🙂 ❤
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❤
I know you are loved that much
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You reckon? 🙂 That’s pretty awesome then.
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I do 💙
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Well…wow 😀
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Just got home from work, didn’t see this. Amazing Nicole!
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Thank you
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To miss someone so is a glorious agony, perfectly captured here.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Missing someone
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beautiful it is 🙂
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Thank you
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you are welcome 🙂
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