Missing the Dead
I have to believe you are
watching over me,
even though I never learned
to believe in god.
I look to the moon,
silvering the sky so delicately,
and recall the stillness of your face.
Emptiness is felt so keenly at night,
when there is nothing to do
but miss the dead,
under the burden of regret,
and hope that you will visit me
in a dream.
Susan Richardson is an award winning, internationally published poet. She is the author of “Things My Mother Left Behind”, coming from Potter’s Grove Press in 2020, and also writes the blog, “Stories from the Edge of Blindness”. You can read more of her work on her website.