There's a chasm in the depths of me where the ground parted between our feet you stayed and I was hurled into the sea to drown in my own memory when I try again to access it the chasm grips me relentlessly Who are you, the one I search for, that calls me from the deep; from someplace I once tarried where now my soul does weep? Do you know the cruelty of longing for something you can't see?-- Not even in your mind's eye while you plead for memory? I know the chasm was your doing and now you want me home you've watched me seventy-times-seven times get buried and suffer far too long my love, you know I forgive you and I'd do it all again if I knew this chasm would finally within infinity see an end. Until that day comes though, you reach me as you can-- so, I sit and wait beside the sea and try to remember my long lost friend.
This is haunting in the most beautiful way. That feeling of searching for someone you can almost remember but can’t quite reach — it’s painfully familiar.
Some longings really do live like that, somewhere just beyond memory.
Willow, when I think I have over-stepped the social barriers and stayed true to my style, some one loved gets hurt. Thanks for what I say being heard and not judged.
SARAH— thank you for feeling it with me. It makes me cry every time I read it when I get to the end. It is so deep and viscerally felt in me. It’s something I held for a long while and I never thought I would share it but that day it decided it wanted to be heard.
Steph, your poem carries a haunting depth that lingers long after the last line. The idea of longing for a memory that cannot even be fully recalled is profoundly moving. Your imagery of the chasm and the sea beautifully captures emotional exile and forgiveness. It feels less like a poem and more like a soul quietly speaking from the depths.
thank you so much, friend. It’s something I hold deep. I’ve never thought to put it in words and let it out but yesterday I did and I wept…a lot. a lot. a lot. Thank you for feeling it with me, it means so much to not be fully alone in it.
We men go through something very similar, yet our compulsion is that we can neither speak it aloud nor write it down… We can only express it through gestures or through poetry… I too am traveling such a journey.
It’s one of those things that’s gonna make you feel some things you don’t quite understand while also not fully understanding WTF I’m talking about hahaha. totally normal reactions. And I’m grateful you shared your reflection with me.
They reside in the future. they are the waterfall, the author sitting by the ocean is the plunge-pool. Time is a alienating
Such a moving poem my lovely.
The emotions in this piece are so raw and powerful. It speaks to anyone who has ever felt the pain of separation and the hope of reconciliation.
thank you so much, my sweet friend.
Lovely.
I appreciate that so much, thank you
This hits deep—haunting, tender, and full of longing. You’ve captured the ache of absence beautifully.
Thank you so much, Saksham!
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Ohhhh, this is so beautiful. I loved the “seventy-times-seven” reference ♥️
Thank you so much lovely!
This is haunting in the most beautiful way. That feeling of searching for someone you can almost remember but can’t quite reach — it’s painfully familiar.
Some longings really do live like that, somewhere just beyond memory.
Thank you, Noa. I am here for the haunting!
Let me be a gentlemen and offer my self as a sacrifice in being your anchor to a happier you!
Beautiful writing!
Thank hoj so much, Willow. I'm honored.
Honoured? Nooo 💜💜
Willow, when I think I have over-stepped the social barriers and stayed true to my style, some one loved gets hurt. Thanks for what I say being heard and not judged.
No Judgment here, friend. We're all our unique selves.
This was a beautiful piece. Your emotions were felt through every word read.
Thank you so much, Mathew. It's nice to know some part of me was felt. -Steph
Absolutely beautiful and made my tears flow.
SARAH— thank you for feeling it with me. It makes me cry every time I read it when I get to the end. It is so deep and viscerally felt in me. It’s something I held for a long while and I never thought I would share it but that day it decided it wanted to be heard.
Nicely done
Aww, thank you @Leo thee Lemon. Thank you for reading and sending some love!
Steph, your poem carries a haunting depth that lingers long after the last line. The idea of longing for a memory that cannot even be fully recalled is profoundly moving. Your imagery of the chasm and the sea beautifully captures emotional exile and forgiveness. It feels less like a poem and more like a soul quietly speaking from the depths.
thank you so much, friend. It’s something I hold deep. I’ve never thought to put it in words and let it out but yesterday I did and I wept…a lot. a lot. a lot. Thank you for feeling it with me, it means so much to not be fully alone in it.
We men go through something very similar, yet our compulsion is that we can neither speak it aloud nor write it down… We can only express it through gestures or through poetry… I too am traveling such a journey.
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Thank you, friend!
It’s one of those things that’s gonna make you feel some things you don’t quite understand while also not fully understanding WTF I’m talking about hahaha. totally normal reactions. And I’m grateful you shared your reflection with me.