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[chess]

Okay, this is a bit cryptic, being written at the time and for me, and is also *very* depressing. (A little background - afaiaa, Angela wasn't a Christian. This also contains some quotes from/references to the readings at the memorial service.)

Two lonely cakes sit abandoned on the side
The world goes on, and I do too...
But she doesn't.

Nothing is lost, they say, and this is true
I knew her not, would never
Now I can't.

But the reading has it too, and I can't forget
That darkness and corruption are her lot
Gone forever.

It is done- it is late to counsel or to pray
And forget and smile is all I can
And can't do.

I have a picture in my mind
Smiling.

The next room

is an abyss.

Forever.

(A poem for Angela, after the memorial service)

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[marnanel.livejournal.com]

Because I'm at work behind a firewall, so I can't spod-- switch on IP logging!

I didn't know the poem (though I've heard bits of it before), but Google tells me it's a sonnet called Remember, by Christina Rossetti. Death is a terrible and sick thing sometimes-- not just when people carefully ignore it and then aren't ready for it when it comes to them... not even just when those who are left behind have lost a part of their lives (small or great), and it's too late to counsel or pray... but also when it happens near them, people can't forget however hard they try that this is going to happen to me as well, sooner than I'd like.

ick. *hugs*

[marnanel.livejournal.com]

that really isn't an answer to what you said, but then i don't know whether i could say anything which would be.

your poem said it just as well as the prose.