I looked

I looked out and saw you weren’t there.

I pressed my face against myself and held my breath waiting.

Waiting to hear you one more time  But the day ended and you were endlessly silent.

You were annoyingly quiet and I have no sounding board.

But I have warm tears and a broken heart, full of pain and fear.

I am here, your wounded witness for your life….for your presence….I am here, your child.

Brenda Cowan

About leeskid (Brenda Cowan)

Breathing, writing, listening
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