inside this droning pain
how fragile
this sky-
inwardly unfolding; clouds burst
lungs filled with saltpetre
expansion of thoughts
to her, lost horizons of body shape
captured by cancerous growths
she gave in; finality of formed angels
wrap around this hour
this time
this day
this secondary silence
shouts out-
how unfair it is
to take something so pure
someone so loved
how fragile-
the sky is empty
without her





Sighhh...My sympathies, Sweetie. I know there are no words at a time like this...but damn, I think you've found them. We cannot ever really lose what we have first gained, my Friend. She is only a whisper away. Bless you & her family. We'll all be near our beloved ones someday. I believe this to be true. A tender & honorable tribute. 










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