A Wayward Cry

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

24 thoughts on “A Wayward Cry

      1. 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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