Who Is Not Lonely Having Died Poem by James McLain
Who Is Not Lonely Having Died
Alone without love, without you,
Giving much more than I take.
A word, a breath, such thoughts
Would make but of you.
Heavy and full though I stood,
Under the moon it is full.
The cold wind could blow and you
I would know, as we looked down
From above at the past.
The earth hid us all in the past,
And heaven is kept for last.
To love as we did, once in this life
Seemed normal where now it is not.
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