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:
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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