Less of a hole
More a chasm
To lose someone close.
It is as if the world pauses
And only the cooing of the pigeons
Remains in the gathering darkness.
Fragments of memories surface and fall
Drowned in tears of regret
Of things left undone or unsaid.
Only the assurance that it
Was a long life, fulfilled
Help to fill the gulf of despair.
A whole generation now gone
Farewell precious friend.
Yesterday I visited the Holy Ghost ruins in Basingstoke – more of which on another occasion, only to return home and get a call about a sad death. I leave you with the poem above.
Poem and photos copyright Englepip©