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Apr 2017 · 366
my wife of fifteen years
Cameron Stuart Apr 2017
i am loss

sorrow tied in grief-string parcels
carried through unkind couriers
to
where all we were and (all i am (no more) collide).

space birthed by her memory’s death
all that remembering cannot do…
still i do.

void is the sense of her
i fall
from where once
stood we.

lush pastures frame reservoirs
where
salt seas swallow vision
hide sight
wash anew
each dawn’s light.

i am loss

sorrow tied in grief-string parcels

— The End —