Monday, April 30, 2012

On Burying a Husband  

Another funeral.
A well-lived fruitful life.
We sang hymns
To comfort my friend. 

But oh
The long long nights
I search for you
On the rim of memory
listening for a silenced voice
and footsteps that never come. 

The darkness swells and grows
The stillness deafens. 

Laurel Lamperd

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