Understanding “sweet sorrow”


Ah, love and loss and heart ache. Where would poets be without it! Better now thanks. Twenty year old poem that still works, I think. Feel free to shoot me down in flames if needed.


She’s gone
Through the aperture
A last glimpse
Then
She’s gone

Tears at the airport
Happy kind of crying
Home in an hour
Found the I-love-you-stones
Just on departure time

Later in the bathroom
Blubbed a bit
Having a leak
Looking at the shower cap

Then her toothbrush
Her henna shampoo
The telltale towel

Not to forget
The well placed
Hairy hair bands
Around the doorknob

Remind me daily of her absence
From this place
Yet her presence in my life


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