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You’ve gone again
but then I always knew you would
blown away by emptiness
the hollow rattle of it all
the words that never said enough
or never said at all
but fed upon themselves instead
now hope has gone the way that all things go
sunny side down
yolk hardened
like the setting sun
and yet for me
you left your mark
Elaine Booth
Mon 9th May 2011 23:17
"and yet for me / you left your mark" - the loss you are communictaing is a very deep one. Hope it isn't a question of faith. But it feels like the loss of something very close. X