Stop checking your phone, the email, the snail mail–
She’s gone.
There’s no way to tell you in soft, safer ways
She’s gone.
Dead, buried.
So now every loss seems
Every silence deafening.
All the nice words have been said
All the friends gone away
All the caring,
And here I sit
lost, waiting for


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