Release Me

“As we must account for every idle word,
so must we account for every idle silence”
(Benjamin Franklin)

~ Release Me ~

In the aftermath of silence
I still seek your name
your presence still lingers
but it is not the same

I see you in my whisky glass
(it gets used a lot)
but no longer raised to knights of old
I’ve lost my Camelot

I see you in my phone
(in the texts I can’t erase)
they’re all I have to show
you’re not quite gone without a trace

but those traces of you haunt me
and the ghost that you’ve become
I still don’t know what went wrong
and the wondering leaves me numb

the seasons come and go
they can’t tell me why you left
they have no whispers to carry
even the wind’s bereft

the worst part of your absence
is never knowing why
release me from your phantom hold

~ awaiting your reply

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© Dahlia Ramone: March 22, 2020

This was written for Blogophilia topic: Awaiting Your Reply
Prompt:  Quote Benjamin Franklin (above poem)