Hers. Alone.


One gaping hole.
Your life. Without her.

Pain. This pain.
Your life. Unforgiving.

Without her.


~ by Ice Canicosa on April 9, 2016.

3 Responses to “Hers. Alone.”

  1. A lovely piece.

  2. I could feel the pain, but there is that measuredness again. Like a disciplined heart, albeit hurting. What you left unsaid, felt like a contained fire. It made the few lines here more potent than if you unleashed everything (although that works in other styles too).

    Hugs. I wish respite for your heart. But in the right time.

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