The Presence

she had gone 
when I touched her

she had gone
when my breath was

soft on her face, the 
body left was

lifeless, piece of 

with the inside 
hollowed free

and the hollow
in me - the cold long pain

years of 
waning, the joy

of her laughter
and her bright bonny

echoing in my heart
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