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Shards

It’s 7:30 pm

 

The night sounds like a bomb in my head

silent to those who have love and peace

shockingly loud to me..

I turn and twist but the shards of loss and memory

continue to pierce what is left of my soul.

It is harder every day to face the day,harder to reach out because I

just no longer have the strength or desire…I am deafened by your passing

I crave to follow you,to become one and whole again.

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