Imad

A poem of sadness

I have sought you out this day
wishing to read your sage speaking
you are no longer here, and sadness
envelopes me. Why are you gone?

Sadness shrouds me, bereft I write
but realize I can’t send it to you
oh, why did I not know you would go?
Tears spring, that we haven’t met

We’ve shared a writing space,
admired and confided, vanish seems
puzzling, bewildered, bereaved
farewell, wherever you be, fare well.

Published in The Lark