Monday 10 November 2003

You Died


As the mist clears at dawn
You’re taken from me
I awake and reach out
Though you’re gone
Not there to touch
No worthy advantage taken
Anymore
Your breath no longer
Now just mine here
And me
Echoing are my feet
The tread worn
No more meat
Just my bones
Endless ringing phones
With black sorrowful gesture
Yet nobody knows
You’re gone
Not like you are to me
A glisten in the slack
You, my rock
My light
Put out one night
Without me
Dragging are the days
The hours hurt
No more heat
Just my waiting

For Him, From Her

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