Of that which remains.
Shambling and un-spun.
Back-falls and gains.
Silence is silver.
The still-breaking heart.
Flinching forever.
Un-further from start.
Broadly it spans.
Encompassed embrace.
Gifted to know him.
The laughter-loved face.
Sunday, April 19, 2015
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