To Write of Transformation, Day 22, OctPoWriMo

The very young dwell on love

the sadness, the angst

of loss, of betrayals,

of bitter anger,

of metaphorical worlds ending.

They write of love’s loss

feeling like death.

 

No longer very young,

you write of transformation

of death, real death,

of never seeing the person’s smile again

of never hearing their voice

seeing them laugh

holding their hand

hearing their wisdom

extolling their friendship.

 

Knowing there is no chance

of ever, forever,

with them again.

 

end 10/25/2016

S. Darlington

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