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After The Loss
My soul weeps oft' but silently.
It misses thee. It misses thee.
Though thou hast much to fill thy time,
My life is but a voiceless mime.
Throughout the days, into the nights,
I yearn and bleed, all out of sight.
There is no salve to sooth this pain.
I sleep and wake to grieve again.
What caused this gaping gulf in me?
My heart is gone. It lives with thee.
I sorrow for the grief you bear.
You are alone e'en though I'm there.
So many times my thoughts do soar
To Indiana's farthest shore.
My soul weeps oft' but silently.
It misses thee. It misses thee.
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Dear Jessica
Yes...what more can I say? Your poem says everything - it captures all the emotions of loss. It took me (not to Indiana) but to the faraway shores of the Coral Sea. Thank you for this...it is so beautiful!
Love
Nicolette
My goodness, I was not prepared for the power of this!
Beautiful in its searing emptiness, it defies words.
A most memorable read, whith ghostly images that I shall hold in my mind for a long long time! ~Tim
Very well said Jessica. Kinda haunting in a way. I hope this finds it's way to "Indiana's farthest shore"
Kim