goodnight

goodnight 
he whispered at the moon 
drifting slowly across his sky 
as if he’d been speaking 
to her 
it didn’t matter that she 
would not hear him 
as he woke in his day 
and she faded into her night 
alone 
he thought tenderly of her © Gwendolyn Raczkowski, 2017-2022, All Rights Reserved. ⁂ Follow the link below for more #poetry, #prose, and #philosophicalmusings from The Kintsukuroi Life.

nothing left

i spent every ounce of energy and feelingevery hope and dream and prayerkeeping myself together with himtrying to be enough for himthin enoughfit enoughquiet enoughperfect enough excusing every horror he threw at meuntil there was nothing left of me ⁂ ⁂ ⁂ Free verse, the muses Inspired by Promptarium.

emptiness

there's an emptinessin the space between we twothat comforts and kills ⁂ ⁂ ⁂ senru (haiku about a human), the muse Inspired by Promptarium.

the hardest

The most important things are the hardest to say, and I wish people would say them instead of keeping them inside. Your partner is abusive. You only think they aren’t because you learned to think abusive behavior comes from love. I know they said they’re sorry and you believe they meant it, but the impact... Continue Reading →

deeply

the distance and time meant nothing to her because she loved him deeply ⁂ ⁂ ⁂ senru, the muse Inspired by somebody I just found because I'm sick in bed and reading. The name is Promptarium.

Decoration

One at a time, she unwrapped treasured Christmas nick nacks, books, music boxes, and her mother’s crèche, arranging them just so around her rooms. But the last decoration she put up, the last decoration she put up every year, was the one that always went unnoticed and unappreciated.

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