I felt the ache and the longing in each line. . .
There is such an ache
to this missing.
It is primal.
How does my heart
not scream
a thousand beats
to the remembering
while crying
a hundred more, in the midst
of grasping edges
of forgetting?
What of sirens and bells,
foghorns and mist?
Surely the lost
have never screamed,
nor heard a wayward cry
such as the one
my soul gives
during this missing,
of you.
© Nicole Lyons 2016
Brave & Reckless 
Thanks for sharing!
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Nicole and the other SD writers are divine. It is always my pleasure to share their work.
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Indeed!
Gosh I love yours too! It has so enriched my life getting on to WordPress!
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I had no idea until I started my site three months ago how much amazing writing was getting published online. I have read astoundingly good work here and have met the most generous, kind, creative human beings. Very happy place for me. Wish I had more hours in the day to read and write and respond.
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I could not agree more. And I’m sorry if I’ve missed any of your comments, I’m not getting all of my notifications for some reason.
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