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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)
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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Date: 2001-05-04 11:16 am (UTC)From:She whispers
"Please remember me
When I am gone from here"
She whispers
"Please remember me
But not with tears...
Remember I was always true
Remember that I always tried
Remember I loved only you
Remember me and smile...
For it's better to forget
Than to remember me
And cry"
The Cure, "Treasure" (from Wild Mood Swings)