You Are Gone

June 21, 2012
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You are gone,

not like the death of a flame

not like the seeds of a dandelion caught up in wind

not like the color green in winter.

You did not leave even a wisp of smoke.
You did not give me time even to make a wish.
You did not ever promise to come back.

it was not smooth,
or pretty,
or hopeful.

it was more like

losing a hand.

at first- disbelief
that something so vital
and permanent
could no longer be,

no more bleeding,
every moment a new reminder of what was lost

I grasp at things and come up

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