the empty chair
By celticman
Sat, 10 Nov 2018
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Suicide it was not
Living something you forgot
Part of grief’s chemistry
Would god I'd have died for thee
You would be as you could be
No sense of tomorrow
Cast out the stranger’s face
No music. No readings. No eulogy.
I bequeath the dying
All my death.
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