It’s hard to believe you’re gone.

Though I didn’t know you well,

you’ve been there all my life.

I only visited a couple of times,

but you impressed me,

remained with me,

and I got used to you being there.

People try to tell me

there will be life after death,

and you will live again.

Will it be the same?



Or just a shadow of existence,

a pale memory of what you were.

Will the world accept your resurrection,

or will their energies be diverted

to more pressing needs?

Yes, you were a focus

for so many people,

part of their identity,

but when all’s said and done,

you were just a church.

NaPoWriMo Day 18

◄ Silence is….

In Tune ►


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Laura Taylor

Thu 18th Apr 2019 15:20

Is it good or bad that I knew this was about Notre Dame within the first 6 lines? Anyway, nicely combined Trev ?

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