Something leaps up quick
behind my eyes. It could be tears,
the slow sting of memories,
could be frustration,
but every time I head down that path,
it seems I end up
in the same place

I taste that missing someone
is bittersweet. The sweetness
is indeed a potent force,
the sorrow seeping slightly after,
not overwhelming the brightness
but softening it.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 17, 2019