You Always Danced Alone

Your soundtrack never made sense.

The songs lined up oddly,

their lyrics a mismatch of words

too quickly spoken,

driven on by you racing to catch up

with the world moving around you.

I have tried to be the mooring post,

I have tried to be your life raft,

I wish that had been enough.

I wish I could tell you that I’m sorry

for ever being angry

at you.


Daily Post Melody

This week I lost someone I cared about. It was sudden and unexplained. It’s still sinking in.

30 Comments

  1. I’m so sorry for your loss. I can understate these thoughts. I’ve lived with them for awhile. My husband committed suicide almost seven-years-ago. Praying for you as you heal.

  2. This resonates with me regarding someone I haven’t lost yet, but every day I wonder that it might be the last. “I have tried to be your life raft, / I wish that had been enough.” Sadly, it never seems to be enough. May you find comfort in the hope that your lost loved one knew how much you cared.

    1. Indeed, but it’s hard not to go over things in your head and wonder if things might have turned out differently. From what I’ve learnt in the last few days it wouldn’t have mattered what I said or did in those last few months, the ending would have been the same.

    1. Thank you, I appreciate it. Sharing isn’t something I struggle with, not dissecting my every action to try and find some reasoning for this outcome is another matter however.

  3. The poem is so haunting and sad. I am so sorry for your loss and wish that the anger you felt you need no longer be ashamed of. I think it is only natural to be angry.

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