Sunday, 15 January 2012

what is mourning?

having never grieved, it escapes me like vapour.
is it pain and shock, pure and simple?
does it change with age - and wrinkle?
is it feeling given in fear of feeling nothing at all?
in that case, I've mourned often, and full.

can closure come only through streaming tears?
or does that type of grief keep dancing for years?
maybe those who grieve best know most well -
after years lived with such love, they inherit loveless hell.
yes, it seems those are the ones who mourn best:
they know their loved ones more fully
than their own lives, and blessed

were their loves, their passions bright and fair;
so now stop all the clocks: there is nothing left to share.

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