poignant. beautiful. the difficult truth. "under the cold obsidian void."

"A thousand miles, a million miles, there is no difference: you’re not here." This must mean something to so many, for different reasons. I know my own. And you're right...the number of miles changes no reality.

God, to say that I can relate to this is a major understatement. Well done, my friend and it did touch me.

You nailed it here. Just nailed it.

"alone but not"...beautiful and painful. Rated

Perfectly captures the feeling, Carolina. Several great images, and I really enjoyed your word play in line 3: clever.

I love it when a poem can hit me right away. This one did. each word just POW! One of my favorites of yours.

Oh, yeah. "Alone but not." That's a terribly hard place to be...
Rated for painful eloquence.

It's all been said, from poignant to POW!

I deeply identify with the pain of separation—especially on these cold, damp, autumn nights. Forlorn and emotive—left me in tears.

There seeems to be a theme of missing people today. The pain of absence is beautifully portrayed in your words.

@ berry: Thanks for the praise. Means a lot to me coming from a pretty fair country poet yourself!

@ Outside Myself: A good poem speaks to different people in different ways. Glad this one spoke to you.

@ Torman: Well, you should relate to it, as you were the partial inspiration for it...

@ Owl: Thank you. By the way, no Owls were injured during the writing of this poem...

@ Harvey: "Obsidian" is cool, ain't it?

@ Kristy: Glad you liked that part. Thank you.

@ Pilgrim: Thanks, as always, for your supportive comments.

@ Chicago Guy: Praise from the eloquent poet and writer you are always necessitates my loosening the expansion strap on the back of my Cubs cap!

@ Eva T.: Thank you for your kind words.

@ scupper: I'm humbled by a skilled poet's praise...

@ Skye: There IS something about this time and these places that leaves us more emotionally vulnerable, isn't there?

@ Linda: This is the second Wednesday where people have found a common theme: last week, sex; this week, the pain of separation. Maybe next week, reunion sex?? Thanks for reading and commenting!

This could also be applied to Torman in his post today.
Outstanding piece of poetry! Thanks

@ Walter: The poem's concept came to me when I awoke yesterday morning, but reading Torman's ode to his wife convinced me to finish and post it yesterday.

lovely and lonely... wonderfully crafted, Ken!

Welcome, NOVAcatmando! Glad to see you here. Hopefully, you'll be contributing some of your lovely poetry and take my place so I can get back to writing in formats not quite so over my head.

There is so much in this one line: "Lying in bed, alone, but not."

Superb writing, Ken.

Great stuff here Ken. Ultimately depressing but wonderful word choices and phrases.

You're gone and I know I only give my words to your words, still I want to say good-bye.