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

By Chrisssie Morris Brady

I've read poetry since I was nine and have written creatively since I was fourteen (probably long before that). After writing book reviews and social comment, I decided I wanted to write poetry. I have no formal training, but I surround myself with poets and their writing. I am honing my craft.
I have two published collections which I don't feel good about, but have been published by and other publications. I live on the south coast of England with my daughter. I am seriously ill.

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