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Apr 2017
It was always there
One so resounding, never ending
It seemed to last forever
The pain and distraught it was bringing

When I least saw it coming
The spectrum I'm in got bigger, wider
In time's incessant passing
The resonance grew weaker, softer

Away, I got farther
Ceased recall of the feeling
A sillage, now only a reminder
Of a memory that would soon lose meaning
an outlook, a place I hope to reach

sillage (n.) - fr. a lingering impression of something having passed by
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   Geetha Jayakumar
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