Gone without – Fotoula Reynolds

She watched his tears
Roll down his face
Wishing she could
Kiss them away
But knew she would
Never know the taste
Of his sadness
His crying lips would
Never meet hers

She knew he loved her
She could see it in his chest
Raw, honest, open
And his words, oh his words
How they made her lovely lungs
Take in all of who he was and
Gifted to her in a way that
Would always guard them for
The rest of their dying days

About the contributor: Fotoula Reynolds is an author of poetry. She lives in the Dandenong Ranges in Victoria, Australia with her family. Living in the hills lends itself to the topics of nature where she draws inspiration from the surrounding spaces. She began writing poetry in 2016 and has published her first book of poems titled: The sanctuary of my garden (2018). Her work has been published internationally in e-zines/journals/reviews.