Wow. This one hits like a slow, deliberate heartbeat. The way you inhabit absence how it isn’t just missing someone, but a presence woven through everyday objects, spaces, and moments is exquisite. The moon as a shared home is such a quiet, aching kind of intimacy.✨
You're a legend
Goodness! Thank you, Mahmoud. You’re so sweet!!
You’re my long distance love ♥️
You’re mine🥹. Forever and always ❤️
I love this!
Aww thank you so much!!❤️
This is fantastic.
Chris!! Thank you so much!!
Fluid with feeling… ooofff 💙🐙
Awwww❤️🐙
Beautiful!
Thank you, Leslie ❤️
Wow. This one hits like a slow, deliberate heartbeat. The way you inhabit absence how it isn’t just missing someone, but a presence woven through everyday objects, spaces, and moments is exquisite. The moon as a shared home is such a quiet, aching kind of intimacy.✨
Oh Marlana❤️. This is so special. I felt this hard. Thank you for reading and sharing this with me xo
Thank you!!!
G o r g e o u s
You are!!!
Thank you, Andrea❤️
Gorgeous writing!
Thank you so much Raine!!❤️
“Between ice and the breath of warmth is where I live.”
I may have to borrow this one, Abbey.
Feel free, J! Thank you for reading ❤️
Abbey, this is lovely. Thank you for sharing it. 🙏❤️☮️
Aww thank you so much Craig. I really appreciate it ❤️
Aw Girrrl!!
From Romancing the Stone:
Gloria: “Joanie, you are now a WORLD-CLASS hopeless romantic.”
Joan Wilder: “No, hopeful. Hopeful romantic.”
Amazing and evocative!
Thank you Karen!!! Yes! Hopefully romantic ❤️❤️❤️❤️
"There is no you without the absence of you." Oooh, I love this so much. 💜💜💜
Awww. Thank you, Joanie!!❤️❤️🤷♀️
Sorry if you know me I I always have a song
He has recently passed
Chris Rea
" Mention of her name "
Listening now❤️
If I may.
I hesitate with my fledgling style
Don't have your poetic touch.
This was half written before I read your quite powerful poem. Borne out of recent experience but really shifted to respond as you requested
Just having a go.
J
I cough
I splutter
As I move to the exit
Not front or back
A side door
Always to be left open
for you
I open the door for you
As you march through
Affronted, angry as you are.
The click clack of your stride
Echoes rend deep
When did I become too much
Or not enough
Do you hurt like I do
You leave
Memory of you stays
The warmth of your touch
Your presence
That rush, that stir, your sweat, your sigh
Once so close, so close
Eyes met when we.....were together wrapped together.
Never opened myself this way.
Your shadow clouds my now
I stutter to..to..to...say
Enough
I wasn't
Let it be
Your future is yours
Not mine
God speed
I love you.
Yo
Steve!!! This is beautiful!!!
“When did I become too much
Or not enough”
Wow. Love it so much. Thank you for sharing!!!
My my. Quite taken aback that you liked it.
Thankyou
Rea's song one of the saddest of ever heard. Still resonates after 30 years
And yes I still know her name.
Hey ho.
Of course you do. We never forget the ones who carve out homes in our hearts.
Don't threaten us with a good time.
Hahahahahha