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. 

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◄ When cursing the tempestuous sky

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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.

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