Unveiling Forgotten Echoes: Roy Pullam’s Poem That Demands We Remember
Ten years have slipped by—can you really tally all the ways time softens a heart or just masks the ache? The tears might have dried, but honestly, some wounds seem to echo forever, don’t they? This poem reaches into that very shadowy place where grief and memory dance—a place draped in the solemn black crepe of loss. How does one measure a star’s light after it’s gone out? It’s a piercing question, effortlessly wrapped in verses that remind us not just of absence, but of brightness that once blazed fiercely enough to leave us breathless. I can’t help but wonder—why do the gentlest moments always invite the sharpest recollections? Here’s a poignant, soul-stirring meditation on mourning and remembrance you won’t soon forget.
It is ten years
The tears have dried
But our poor hearts
Have not found
Their mend
So many memories
Captured
In the black crepe
Of your loss
Still slip back
In a moment
Of ease
Reminding us
Of how bright
Your star blazed
And how
We miss the light
