For Enid- In Mourning

For Enid- in Mourning

She is gone. She is not here.
She has fled this corner
Of time and space.

Each trace of her BEING
melts into memory,
And strain, though you will,
To hear echoes of her laughter,
They are muted through doors
Of yesterdays retreating.

She is gone. She has moved on
And I am less for her leaving.



About elrondsilvermaul

I never know what to say about myself. I let what I write try to speak as to who I am. I can only add, here, that I am 72, live in a nursing home, am twenty years a cancer survivor, and identify as a gay male. I intend to use this blog as storage for poems? written over the long years (and still being written). This does not preclude other uses.
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