dead reckoning: to find yourself bothered by someone’s death more than you would have expected, as if you assumed they would always be part of the landscape, like a lighthouse you could pass by for years until the night it suddenly goes dark, leaving you with one less landmark to navigate by—still able to find your bearings, but feeling all that much more
My life in walls
Always looking to patch
Finding something to hang
The walls separate rooms
Those keeps of secrets
Those keeps of lost ones
Ear to the door
Voices ring hollow
Trapped in past
I hear a moment
Clear, faces come forward
Soft images built on memory
Suddenly, they are there
Like they never left me
Short sided view steeps
It was me that left them
To dwell in netherworld
I reassure myself
it keeps them alive
Wonderful!
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Thank you my dear. 😀
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