A melancholy day at best…
a pall weighs down upon this soul
that words do little to console
I function like a man possessed
no longer whole, I play a role
while open wound remains abscessed
Unspoken loss exacts its toll...
on melancholy day, at best.
© Ginny Brannan 2014
For someone dear to me on their birthday, celebrating a year of "firsts" after loss. My words on one of the almost daily photos he has shared.