A sadness occurs when rain speaks
talks of a surrounding pool of grief
Once in awhile the woods cannot
give solace to the falling showers
of common recall and contribution.
I like to spend my time in the forest,
often there are moments where truly
I have hidden from the reality of life
amongst the brush and buried horizon.
Though with the mind a sudden impact
we may glance across the room to remember
seeing laying in bed, whether I wanted you,
or felt estranged, I suddenly am anxious
with the memory of just you being nearby.
The result of my actions I wasn’t
expecting would have such impact
on my day, on my psyche, on my …
ability to look away from that which
we created for years together.
I glance upon the walls of my bedroom
and see the framed beauty of our oneness
that which are smiles I wish might always
be alongside my dreams, stay with me
only the truth exists in the future.
Our children speak truth now forever,
freedom fly your way, I’ll remember.
© Thom Amundsen 9/2020