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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)

Comments

[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.