Tuesday, June 3, 2008

The End - 6/3/08

The End

We sit alone in the pre-dawn quiet.
My hand rests on your still warm hand.
I think how much my world is changing,
as the room fills up with the sound of you not breathing.
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7 comments:

  1. bennett ~June 3, 2008 at 9:09 PM

    One of the most eloquent and beautiful poems I have ever read. You use so few words to evoke such great feeling.

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  2. Ducky CorJune 3, 2008 at 9:33 PM

    Hugs..

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  3. Nym WolfJune 3, 2008 at 10:34 PM

    I love the way you find the words to explain your emotions. My heart goes out to you, beautiful poem.

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  4. iggy igetteJune 4, 2008 at 10:14 AM

    Take care. Try to keep and stay busy.

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  5. Ingrid aka ingi the wormJune 4, 2008 at 12:02 PM

    Your poem is very sad and touching and beautiful too. I hope that it is not the end but is instead the beginning of what is real. Best wishes to you Cheryl.

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  6. Cheryl JonesJune 4, 2008 at 12:13 PM

    Thank you everyone for your kind words.

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  7. Erika RoyJune 14, 2008 at 3:10 AM

    Thank you for sharing your poem with us Cheryl.
    You are very brave at this emotional time. Good Luck, Cheryl.

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