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Lost

13 February 2019

It’s loss reminds us all the best of love

Our grief a hollow where the thing belongs

Still memories float on surfaces above

The absent space; the silence in the throng

 

Of voices, obligations, crowded space

Where images surrender to the noise

Of kinfolk gathered with bewildered haste

to share some comfort’s glow in kinship’s joys

 

Three times a thousand miles from afar

I breathe a prayer of love and sorrow both

The birds are sipping nectar from the jar

The trees are greening out the spring’s first growth

 

No one ever leaves, we only change

The whole of what is lost, our hearts contain

One Comment leave one →
  1. SCOTT permalink
    18 May 2019 17:28

    Hope you’re well.

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