Weary week of weeping

Self portrait, Blue

Tuesday’s train commute drafting Mom’s blog

Mist filled eyes well, they overflow

Unseen tears tickle as they trickle down, turning torrential

A silent wrenching sob stems the salty deluge

I pull myself together to alight

Day long, senses are on high alert.

Thursday again office bound, nerves fraying

Rubbing raw eyelids smart, stinging red

My throat’s hoarse, sinus cavities throbbing

Tight head’s aching, cranial pressure building

Reliving memories of music, words, scenes

Gates release, inner body racking, wailing

Sluicing waves wash out secreted regret, loss, guilt

Concluding a weary week of weeping.

18 thoughts on “Weary week of weeping

  1. Seems wrong to check “Like.” Sad for you. I still have those times and regrets, though they don’t last as long now after five years for my husband and decades for my mom. We do the best we can with what awareness we have, but loss makes us wish we’d been more focused on those we loved. Surrounding you with tender thoughts and understanding.

  2. Dearest Rob, I was moved when I read your post. It’s been nearly two years since mum died. I lived with her for the last year and she didn’t have a peaceful passing. I now live in the family home in Malvern and tend the garden she was so proud of, but so often that sad night comes back to haunt me and I am bereft. You are not alone . Sending much love. ❤️

  3. Aww, you need a HUGE HUG! ❤ Let go of the regret and guilt… Anyone who allows such emotions to overcome them is probably not nearly as guilty of any wrongdoing as they think. You're a good man, and you have a good heart. Feel better soon, my friend! xo

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