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loss...
loss...
it happens,
at certain times
we are faced with
the finality of it
sometimes we expect it
we have the ability to see
it coming
but sometimes there is
no warning
it just is....thrust upon you
leaving a cold dark sting
on your lips, because it is too late
to understand
to make some sense
it just leaves you
silently weeping...NO
you wish you could have, at
the very least
said
goodbye
R.I.P. Dear Martha my life is so much richer because you were in it...i will miss you terribly...
it happens,
at certain times
we are faced with
the finality of it
sometimes we expect it
we have the ability to see
it coming
but sometimes there is
no warning
it just is....thrust upon you
leaving a cold dark sting
on your lips, because it is too late
to understand
to make some sense
it just leaves you
silently weeping...NO
you wish you could have, at
the very least
said
goodbye
R.I.P. Dear Martha my life is so much richer because you were in it...i will miss you terribly...
Published 16th Jan 2015
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