The town goes on as though
It thought you still were in it;
The gilded cage seems scarce to know
That it has lost its linnet;
The people come, the people pass;
The clock keeps on a-ticking:
And through the basement plots of grass
Persistent weeds are pricking.
Poem by Henry Cuyler Bunner, Just a Love-Letter
Sometimes, when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated.
Quotation from Alphonse de Lamartine
Yep, one is the loneliest number for sure.
my world is empty without stephen
Superb art work. Keep up the good work.
Wow. How powerful the images without the words.
Wow. This one is striking.
So deep…
a kiss seraphine
Sometimes, when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated. ~Lamartine
–Thanks for logging in to send a cyber hug! =)
Ahh! I love this one. Very sweet and great imagery.
So true
So beautiful
So lonely
Un seul être nous manque et tout est dépeuplé (Lamartine in French)… You look so lonely!
Very emotive and oh so true!
what is it you really miss about him or her?
The images depicted loss and sadness so strongly and beautifully.
Whatever/whomever it is that you are missing, I hope it’s come back to you.