I was naked in my own eyes,
but dressed for Winter,
lost in my own way,
yet in a familiar street,
when I looked for you
between the bricks in the wall
of the house where I had seen you once,
in windows reflecting only my hollow face.
I found you years later
in the eyes of my next born child.

Comments on: "Loss" (6)

  1. Lovely poem Ina.

  2. Francina said:

    prachtig gedicht, Ina.πŸ™‚

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