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Part 2: Sorry for your Loss, Part 2

Lying in the dark, dark lying
� � � � � �about
� � � � � � � � �me...........alone, no tangible, tactile
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � human comfort
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � to be found........maybe even ashamed to have
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � come so far to be so
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � a'lone), feel so
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �broken
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �of
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �heart, mind, spirit,
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �then
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � the ever'lost
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � voice
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � of my ever'lost
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � chylde
� � � � � � � � � � faintly rolls
� � � � � �through the
� � � night
of my fool's imagination,
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �recalling the day
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � some 6 yrs ago
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � when she called
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � "out of the (proverbial) blue" to say,
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �via voicemail
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � Dad, I've never been able to tell you
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � how much I really love you. �~
now,
� � �she gone, she's dead....as gone as ever gone can be............ I
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � lay
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � alone
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � in this, my damn'aged nightime illusion
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �of living,
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � �of being Alive
� � � � � � � � � � on this earth
� � � � � � in this 'realm'
to feel and feel and feel again this most particular 'loss'.........

I hear you, love, but you are gone where no words are possible.
The pain becomes unbearable, but i know there are many human pains
in 'our world' so similar, & far greater, every minute of every day.

� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �The silly medicine only 'works' a bit,
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �and so superfluously,
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � that it's
� � � � � � � � � � � �not worth
� � � � � � � � � the mention.

The darknight � � �of my dumb'ass illusion � � �takes on 'a life of it's own'

Good night, again and again, dear one.

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