Since
His death will stay with her
everywhere she goes
and in every dawn
every sunset
and the intolerable distance
between them
Each daily memory of his dying
keeps on adding itself to the next
forming a dark web she cannot escape from
she has become the frame
that surrounds the torturous
indelible masterpiece of his absence.
Stephen Gospage
Tue 29th Jul 2025 07:08
An extraordinary poem, Leon. It dares to go into new areas, culminating with the "masterpiece of his absence". Brilliant in its economy.