- ‘The Conversation’ by Zack Zdrale
Longing
How long ago was it when you
sat on this red chair with your
long silky blonde hair draped
around your smooth shoulders,
your head bent backward,
your red parted lips waiting
to be kissed?
But then you asked
Why me? Why us?
I have no answers.
Sitting on the other red chair
facing yours, the silence deafens.
I remember your joy
when you found them at the curbside.
You said they were meant for us.
That we should keep them for our old age.
I can no longer count the days,
the seasons as they pass.
My shadow keeps telling me that
I am alone.
I am numb and my bare feet
can hardly feel this rugged old mat.
These mute grey walls have heard the
tales of love, laughter, and sorrow,
I lean forward.
I want to take a closer look at your face.
I see your sad eyes saying goodbye.
My arms are ready to hold you
once again for that last embrace.
That last kiss.
You left.
How do I go on without you?
– Lily Perete Orticio
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