Gone Without a Trace
Senses of Loneliness
I knew you left when your scent no longer filled the room,
I knew you left when my hand touched nothing but the gloom.
I knew you left when my tea lost its warming taste,
I knew you left as your face began to fade in haste.
And when your voice stopped whispering in my ear,
I knew you left – and you were no longer near.
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Comments (8)
well written
Absence really does stir memories of what is missing. Live the concept of this Anna.🥰
Gosh that hit me soooo hard! Loved your poem!
I enjoyed the rhythm in this poem and the repetitiveness of the first few words of each line. It's a way to force oneself to accept the loss. Beautifully done.
Sad, yet comes new beginnings,
Palpable, beautiful melancholy ❤️🌸 Lovely job, Anna 😍
Indeed, we are always confronted with what the other person means when they are gone.
This poem beautifully captures the deep sense of loss and absence. Each line evokes a poignant memory, highlighting how even the simplest comforts are affected by someone’s departure. The imagery of scent, touch, and sound creates an intimate portrayal of grief, making me feel the weight of longing and the void left behind. It’s both melancholic and powerful. wonderful✨