Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Rik George writes

Remembrance Twenty 

It should not be, but it is so 
That she has died and I survive.
It seems to me that she should live 
And I should be the one to go.

Whatever god may be in charge 
Has erred. I should have been the one
First coffined if justice had been done. 
Instead I’m left to drone a dirge

For her. Moaning with my sorrow 
I stir my dogs to sympathy.
They take my lap to comfort me 
And bid me live for some tomorrow

Whose emptiness echoes with the noise 
Of words she spoke a long time since
That I remember hearing once 
When the air still quivered with her voice.

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