Poetry list
splintered love
there is a splinter
in my soul the
memory of our
union now broken
off and triggered
by so many signs
and sounds amidst
the aching void of
shared living where
words aplenty were
equally unnecessary
for a symphony of
fusion and
creation and
contentment we
thought we had for
ever it felt like
that but mortal
truth’s reality
has bestowed its
inevitable gift
and I simply now
know
know
nothing
save the biting
pain and burning
tears of the
splinter that
alone
remains
© Neil Thompson 2023