My heart falls and falls. She smiles
like a flower under glass, fading
far from native earth and sun and sky
I give her home, children, garden, love
but longing follows her like a shadow
wakes me in the night to see her walking
at the forest’s edge, staring hard across
moon-bright water, listening—for what?
—fingers open, reaching, empty.
Graceful Press Poetry 
“She smiles / like a flower under glass, fading” – what a brilliant simile! So, too, “longing follows her like a shadow.” And that final picture of her wordless desperation left me with a pang of longing myself.
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“longing follows her like a shadow” Such a wonderful metaphor..
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