Late night surfing for answers
Tragedy,
suffering, visible mourning, everyone sees.
The silent,
stealthy pernicious hole appears as if,
From nowhere,
but unfelt unless you have one
Like a
collapsed star in the middle of your heart.
You carry on,
you get better, you even plan
For a changed
future you hope will be different
But on your
birthday, there are no candles and
No-one can
ever bake a cake as nice again
So you stay
up and search for some answers
In the songs
or the music on YouTube
And sometimes
you almost articulate what
Is going on
in that missing bit of you
But the rest
of the world goes blithely on
With its
trains and talking and humdrum days
Whilst you
look out at a sky you can’t share
In the way
that it’s really meant to be
One battled
like mad, fought to the end
The other
welcomed but feared it
And your time,
my time, is coming soon
So watch the
sunset, and feel your heart
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