orphan

orphan

there is No one, No

One

as alone as a twin, separated at birth from their other

there is -no memories, no moments, no image of your other; there is only aching sorrow of an unremembered, intense presence

there only is a pain, a hurt, a lacking.

an abyss of-sorrow remains.

 it is that which all the bitter hate of a world can not fill

try as I might yearly, daily, momentary

Tags: poetry, sorrow