Hal - (in memory of, for Sherry)
…And where now, my Pain?
Now that you’ve gone, done a runner
On the bullet train;
One moment’s squeeze, then sigh,
No time then for the quickest
Goodbye!
All thought has gone, not one
Sweet memory of our us, or them,
To take or hold and cherish
In your urn,
Just dust! No life, no breath,
Too late to turn!
Somewhere in space…
All that you were, the Grace,
Swirling endlessly around
Some barren Star,
As if you had never been
What you are…
My heart,
Lost forever,
With your better part…
7 March 2011
poem by David Lewis Paget
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