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Gone Away (Free verse) by Christof
How can I think of anyone but you?
Your face, your mood, the trace
of lilies; all this is
remembrance.
When you are dead, the grace
of you will be gone not days
or years. All time is
calculation
to make absence easier, evenings shorter,
myself less alone. When I murmur
'only five days', my heart twists
anti-clockwise.
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Overall Rank: 1427
Posted: September 11, 2002 5:44 AM PDT; Last modified: September 18, 2002 1:25 AM PDT
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