gone but not forgotten, sadly silent

Gone but not forgotten, sadly silent

fiction
edward w pritchard

Your memories shadow, vaporously appears to me at night,
as essence of past removals.

You refusing to stay gone, I reach out in sleep from behind my eyes, with the will to touch that preceded arms and hands.

When momentary, dreaming,  I capture your lost essence, its gone but not forgotten, sadly silent,
solidly material, far removed from my hands and arms.