Portraits Poetry Series #51: The Miscarriage

Portraits Series

 

He huddled close to her in the cold

and she leaned against his chest.

The graying sky dimmed

and streetlights sprung to life,

but they did not notice.

Lights streamed from nearby shops,

they were only two shadows on a bench,

and they went unnoticed.

For them, it did not matter,

they were caught up in the moment

crying silent tears

that only each of them

would ever understand

and time seemed to stand still,

if only for a moment.

Quietly, she cried

and he held her close

he whispered words

of comfort in her ear,

but there was nothing he could say

to ease the pain,

still – he tried.

Even in his own sorrow,

he tried to comfort her –

he held her hand, he kissed her face

and he stayed strong, because she needed it.

You could see the sadness he carried

he held his tears, to let her own flow free,

but his face was one large canvas of pain.

They held each other close in the darkness,

the yellow glow of streetlights

the shadows of light from nearby shops

surrounded them in a beautiful glow,

but they recognized none of its beauty.

They sat and cried,

for the child that grew inside her

was never coming home.

 

(c) Sumyanna 2017

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5 Comments Add yours

  1. Beautiful touching poetry. 💜

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    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you very much.

      Liked by 1 person

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