Tuesday, June 12, 2018

Lost Words

Lost Words




Two years on
Hearts to headlines:
Ceased to creased
With deep pangs
Of enduring loss.

Forty nine
Brought down, risen
In our hearts:
Beating still:
Pulsing memories.

Each one day
Past tragedy
Nearer healed
Wounds yet raw
Unity in tears.

Mourning, love—
Mornings counting—
Forty nine:
Souls, cries, beats:


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