Sharon C. Krakusin
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Farewell, My Love...
I'm standing at the window, Yesterday you died.
The late evening sky has weird colors.
Are you out there - somewhere -
close by, or very far?
Deep violet black clouds...Can I reach you?
In me, you are alive:
I named you "sparkling water", a fighter, too.
But now concede, you were tired,
seen by others but last by me.
Ice-blue stripes of empty sky
interrupting the threatening clouds-
I see your eyes, hear your voice.
You loved, shared and cared.
I can be with you in mind,
but never touch again.
Why do we ...