To lose you
would be a sea without waves
moan of Winter wind
outside as I lay cold in bed.
To lose you
would be the wilt of wildflowers
a bow of small heads around the globe.
My eyes squeezed shut
effort of not remembering.
To lose you
would be loss for those
yet to hear your hearty chuckle,
low and warm
its own kind of song.
© Ali Grimshaw 2017
flashlight batteries - Ali Grimshaw 
Beautiful composition 👍
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Thank you for the compliment.
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a bow of small heads around the globe.
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Great to have your reflection.
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So sad and haunting and somehow full of emotion.
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Miriam, thank you for your reflection.
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At first I thought this was about romantic love, and I thought it was very good. But then I realized it was much deeper than that, and it became haunting. I hope that you don’t lose him, ever.
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Ann, I appreciate hearing your experience of reading this poem. One thing I love about poetry is that the reader brings her own stories from life to the reading. Each poem is experienced differently based on who the reader is. Thanks for reading and for your good wishes.
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What a deep and poignant poem. Love to all who struggle. We all struggle. Love to all of us.
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Thanks Karyn. Sending love right back to you.
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I sincerely hope you don’t lose this worthy warrior.
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Thank you Ivor. I hope he comes to realize the gift he is to the world.
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Yes, hopefully he sees that light you’re so valiantly trying to show him.
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It is my mission.
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♡♡
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I sincerely hope you don’t lose this worthy warrior.
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Thank you. I believe he is in a better place now.
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A haunting poem. It sounds like it relates to losing someone that you love in a relationship. Then I read your response to Kayla and now I see the poem in a different light. All of us matter to each other in some way. We could matter to someone in a small way, but that small way could be something significant that speaks volumes. It’s like the visuals you mentioned in your poem – we might see the ocean or wildflowers just fleetingly as we pass by. But they will always be there again when we go back, and they will always be in our memories.
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Mabel, I am thankful to say the subject of this poem is still with us and doing better. Thank you for your thoughtful reflection. Each of us matters it just that sometimes we forget this truth.
May love and kindness fill your day.
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Good to hear the subject is still around, and hope they find purpose. Sometimes to feel better, we just need someone to reach out to us, no matter how small the gesture. Wishing you well, Ali.
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I agree and that is why I keep reaching out.
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Lovely comparisons
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Thank you Kayla Ann. I appreciate your positive response. This was written for someone I love who has struggled with thoughts of suicide. I is so difficult to find the words and yet I must keep trying.
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Wow that’s very difficult. I’m sorry for your struggles and theirs. You’re right, it’s best to stay positive and to keep working. I will be sure to pray for your endurance and theirs.
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Thank you for your prayers.
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