Struggle after your death

I have known for some time,
that love is fragile.
One moment, it is there.
The next, a trauma on the body.
A language, rambling and flayed.
Blown out of future’s
golden cage.

But some of us, make it.
A road without loss
and correction – not most.
Standing in a beam of light,
where the fireflies thrive.
As large as the moon.

So, I thank you for loving me.
And giving me your soul
It won’t be enough…..
to ease the pain.
And shadows on the surface.
But still sound.

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