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Pantoum for the Grief Stricken Lovers

By , Bethesda, MD
His hand in mine as he went,
His eyes slowly closing as though
He was falling asleep.
His body still in time.

His eyes slowly closing as though
To search his mind, for something forgotten.
His body still in time,
As if he said let me rest.

To search his mind, for something forgotten,
Maybe that’s how he went.
As if he said let me rest,
If he had, if I’d known, I would have said I’ll miss you.

Maybe that’s how he went,
Into the dark gloomy lair of death.
If he had, if I’d known, I would have said I’ll miss you.
But I didn’t, I didn’t know.

Into the dark gloomy lair of death,
I hope he knew.
But I didn’t, I didn’t know,
I loved him.

I hope he knew,
He was falling asleep.
I loved him.
His hand in mine as he went.





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