We MissYou Claire
Claire
your photograph stands on a mantle
in Berkeley
An evening breeze gathers its lace around your face
The days were selfish following your loss, keeping you from all of us
What will we do now with all those seasons, that come and go
relentlessly bending us, down toward you
We miss you especially, as this evening darkens
& our thoughts turn blind
We miss you, Claire, like a world
torn from a sky too weak to hold its weight.
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