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 May 2016 Timothy H
hellopoet
there must be light still
at willow creek, though
I'm a million miles away

there's a reason for everything 
though ours is still out there
what remains is your empty chair

this season of grief has lingered 
seven years tarried too soon
an abysmal moment here; marooned*




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for mothers that aren't here with us and those left behind ...
 May 2016 Timothy H
Leia R
long, sleepless nights
of tossing and turning
with no memory
of what used to be
and a proverbial
ribbon wrapped tightly
around her finger

       l.r.
 May 2016 Timothy H
summer
what happened?
one day,
you were here,
then things changed,
you were physically here,
but somehow distant,
you came home,
distant an- and different,
i just want to know,
was it me,
did i do something,
say something,
anyway,
i could have almost missed the signs,
the way your eyes stared off into no space,
the way your words lost all meaning,
the way your touch didn't feel the same,
almost the same,
but soo different,
you're a perfect impostor,
looks the same,
sounds the same,
but soo ******* different.
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