Traces of what was
Yet what will never be
Left laying in places
I don’t reach for anymore.
Scenes of life
Playing on a screen
Nobody but me
Watches anymore.
Tears disappear into a river
A body once discovered
With much discord
Yet no belief.
Wrap sin into a napkin
Only to place it on a table
In an empty house
Surrounded by trees.
The noise we made
Words we typed
Were left to notification
That there were many more
Left unsaid
Untyped
And forever lost
In a language
We weren’t even able
To speak.
Josephine Ranes 
Tears disappear into a river…ahhh, beautifully done…
Thank you so much, and thanks for reblogging this, and others, I really appreciate it.
You’re welcome
This is such a lovely piece. I am so Grabbetty reblogged it, now I can follow you! Yay! 🙂
Thank you so much. I’ll follow you as well.
Awe, Thank you. 🙂
Reblogged this on Surviving the Struggle to Success. and commented:
Lovely poem…had to share it…
-Grabbety
beautiful! “Nobody but me/Watches anymore.”
Thank you!
nice…