In The Absence Of Morning

And what of
The emptiness
Of my bed,

Void,
In the ink and quiet
Of night?

Echoes of fading memories,
Yet reflecting off the pitch
Of these walls,

The intractable ache,
Of missing the light
And warmth
Of your presence,

And healing caress
Of your touch.

Hours still remain
Before what would
Have been daybreak…

But can no longer be.

For in the absence of you,
There can be
No breaking of night,

There can be
No waking
To a new light.

There can be
No new day.

For in the absence of you,

There is the absence
Of morning,

And only perpetual darkness
Of unfulfilled love,

And the lost dream
Of dawn’s promise…

To live.

© 2018 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

62 thoughts on “In The Absence Of Morning

  1. I can identify with the feelings in this poem, Bill. It’s crazy how one person’s presence in our lives can make us feel as if we have hope of seeing light in the darkness, but without them around, that hope of seeing sunrise fades. You captured that feeling beautifully and perfectly, my friend! 🙂

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    1. So very kind of you Brandi. As always, I appreciate greatly your interest and willingness to invest your precious time reading my efforts.

      Hope you have a wonderful evening my friend!!

      🙂

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  2. My chest swelled up and started to ache. And then the tears started and I had to stop reading. And when I could read again I continued a little further and then the tears started again. It took me a long time to read your poem, Bill. And longer still to read it again. And longer again to read it as much as I wanted to. I don’t know why I read it over and over again when it was hurting me so. Perhaps I wanted or needed to cry in this particular way.
    I’m going to tell you something.
    Whenever I see or hear the name Bill, it always translates in my mind into Sweet William. I don’t know why. But what I do know is that from what I know of you via your poetry. No one has ever born the name Sweet William better.

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    1. I don’t know what to say…sigh.

      I’m so touched that my words were meaningful to you, though I’m so sorry for the tears!!! I never want to hurt anyone!!

      Thank you so much for your heartfelt comments…I am so honored. All I ever want to do is pass feelings that others may feel or have felt in the past…and in doing so, find a way to connect and share experiences with words.

      I’m so grateful.

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  3. You immortalized longing through the poem, graceful and serene. The voids and empty beds narrate a tale of intense yearning. Great work. I would have to learn the art of romance from you !!

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      1. I’m sure it is in there with the myriad of reasons, that sub conscious hodge podge that works together in these glorious and mysterious ways…I think we are designed for community and connecting is so important. And for shy people it is powerful too.
        I also love to write just for the sheer joy of being creative 🙂

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