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April 17, 2005

Emptiness

the sounds of his shadows we hear everywhere
the scent of his shaving still lives in the air
the mattress stays bent to his shoulders and hips
the yearn of our faces remembers his lips
the touch of his laughter rebounds in his room
but the real of his presence is lost in the gloom
his yesterdays float through our minds everyday
but the us in his life he keeps edging away
in our constant of tiredness we only get sleep
when the sounds of his shadows their brief silence keep

Posted by alan at April 17, 2005 12:10 AM

Comments

Alan, another good one....
All your work is now in my Journal and next to it I scribble little "nothings" of mine.
You have been inspiration ever since I "found"
you.....well, since Robyn told us about you.
All my strength to you.
mj

Posted by: marie J' at April 18, 2005 11:07 AM