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Grieving song
Apr. 24th, 2013 10:06 pmA week ago, I touched you
for the last time. This morning, before waking
I ached for well remembered lines
beneath my fingers, muscle, bone and breath---
Touch is over now, between us.
could I have known how I would miss you?
(ok, so Rogue's passage has not exactly inspired cheerful and happy NaPo efforts---sorry. Still, I feel compelled to note that while this poem might have been brought out by Rogue, it doesn't feel entirely or even primarily hers. Also, the 'you' in this one is entirely different than the 'you' in 'river stone'---thank goodness.)
for the last time. This morning, before waking
I ached for well remembered lines
beneath my fingers, muscle, bone and breath---
Touch is over now, between us.
could I have known how I would miss you?
(ok, so Rogue's passage has not exactly inspired cheerful and happy NaPo efforts---sorry. Still, I feel compelled to note that while this poem might have been brought out by Rogue, it doesn't feel entirely or even primarily hers. Also, the 'you' in this one is entirely different than the 'you' in 'river stone'---thank goodness.)
