London Poem: Day 302

15 June

Forget the arrows,
We’re still in mourning.
Lingering further, and
Sinking nearer, I listen
For the cupping clink
To echo into the night.
There will come a time surely,
When you can wait by waiting’s
Word no more.
But, for hope’s sake I pray
That is a long way off, because
Even in death love is a living thing,
To out live even our memories.

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