And So You'Re Dead - Poem by Patti Masterman
And so, you're dead now-
I know; I feel it in
But if you are really gone away
alone, to the far, far country
known as death,
Why does it feel that you should be
here each moment, beside me?
And so, you're dead now;
Your things dispersed
All blown away,
distant corners of the world,
as I grieve:
Though my heart keeps busy, thinking of things;
maybe you're just hiding, growing some wings
then to come flying, back to me again.
And so, you're dead now
And I can tell myself, that you're never
Because I know; no matter how much time
may pass, I'll always
feel that certain lack:
It takes some time, to learn this new 'alone';
that it occupy the place, once known as 'home'.
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