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May 2016
We cannot raise the dead
Except in prayer
We lower them into the ground
And then remember with hearts so bare

The passages we solemnly read
Are not the faces of empty air
What rose in our hearts was not sound
But the swelling of how much we care

What once was this is now just instead
No longer do my eyes only stare
The parts of my life not failing ran aground
But what I learned is you’re still there

I need you to look inside my head
Tell me if it makes you scared
If not then why won’t you stick around
Sadness is ready to love no matter where

I could talk to you about the color red
And the pain my blood must bear
There is the time that healing was found
And you are everything life would share

Finally the time has passed to wed
My heart and mind to places where
I can finally understand the things you said
You knew how to mend what life tried to tear
Mark Lecuona
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Mark Lecuona
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