As I awoke I felt a hand in mine
Which, though my own, would once have been of yours.
Flow healingly, if ever, now kind time
To serve as salve for me who knows no cures.
Your course reveals the absence of one dear
Which, though I must accept, I cannot bear.
2 comments:
What a lovely and sad poem. Thinking of you. Xx Amy
It does not get any easier with time....
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