. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . where ImagInatIon comes to play

Thursday 11 December 2008

grief, (iii)

.
I give others what
would be yours
and yours and

frighten perfect strangers
with my love
for you

In every face I see you
and hear your laughter
in the crowds

I pretend you are still
here with me so that
time might disappear

Then I recall the circle
games
I play over and over until
you are gone again
.

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