like a Belsen survivor
life stripped away to the bare bones
gaunt, yellow, stretched
the hollow people stumbling out into life
blinking in the light
You will not return from wherever it is that you are
not into this life, this world
your eyes sealed, unseeing
what do you see? wherever you are?
what do you hear?
what do you know?
do you know our voices?
whispering murmurings love and loss chit and chat trivial exchanges crisp packet rustlings rememberings hello-farewells laughter and tears tea-drinking planning silences
do you know us?
you will not survive and see the sun again
in this world
so very very far from being who you are
still yourself
precious fragile tenuous
but you are not retrievable
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spring's painful loveliness splinters the dry sticky dark softly insinuates betwixt the cracks of winter charming its forceful gentlenes... -
it has a rhythm and pattern all its own grief hidden and unpredictable it catches offbalance shifts pebbles underfoot transforms the landsca... -
We'd known it was the last time though no one said this task you'd set upon with borrowed help in borrowed hours and days determined...
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into the sun with little moth
floaty floaty
smiling at us and our newfound togetherness
x
:o)
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