The arms that used to hold me tight
are gone. I am alone.
On my right an empty throne
where once we sat bereft of sight
and ruled the minions of the night,
but now in darkness I atone.
The arms that used to hold me tight
are gone. I am alone.
Can it be that she’s embraced the light
and to the realm of day has flown.
The only comfort my dark soul has known,
my Ariel, my sad, embittered sprite.
The arms that used to hold me tight
are gone. I am alone
About the Poet:
Bob McAfee is a retired software consultant who lives with his wife near Boston.
He has written nine books of poetry, mostly on Love, Aging, and the Natural World.
For the last several years he has hosted a Wednesday night Zoom poetry workshop.
Since 2019, he has had 191 poems selected by 76 different publications. Two poems
nominated for Best of the Net. His website, www.bobmcafee.com, contains links
to all his published poetry.
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