London Poem: Day 206

11 March

A life taken before it
Could ever truly begin,
Washing mourning over all.
It so many ways,
It was never to be,
But pain, the longing and
The chancing cries,
Evolved as the event did.
Unsteady in emotion and place,
Coming and going without warning,
The light dims and everything
Dissolves, and all that is left
Is to forget and move on.
Easier said then done.

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