dVerse wants us to use a line from this poem by Naomi Shihab Nye, Burning the Old Year in a new poem of our own. I chose two lines: “absence shouts, celebrates, leaves a space” and “only the things I didn’t do “ Almost half my adult life was spent with my first husband, who died this Christmas, and I found those two lines particularly poignant.
Life changes us constantly
yet the past is immutable.
Only the things I didn’t do
remain to haunt me.
Absence shouts … leaves a space
nags at me, demands attention
makes me wonder what might have been.
What if, what if, what if…