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There is nothing one can say except the same cliche things, but it doesn't matter when one sincerely feels them as I sincerely feel your loss. I sometimes wonder which is worse.
Their loss of life or my loss of them.
Where they go I cannot guess, but I believe that something can come out of nothing again and again.
"Nothing" is only a fault of our poor eyesight.
My family and I really relate to this poem because in the past six years, four of our family members have passed away. Our family has never been the same since.It seemed like all these tragedies kept coming one after the other, and sometimes we wondered if we did something wrong that had made God take them away from us. No one can ever replace them, each one of them unique. And the pain will never go away altogether, yet we can remember the good times we shared. I hope they are all happy( including your friend)and that God is taking care of them.I'm sure we will see our "taken" loved ones again someday.
I offer you my sincerest condolences. Your poem captures your sadness in a nutshell. Friends don't need to agree on everything, just show mutual respect towards one another. Your words carry an emptiness that is visible and palpable. No further words need be said, for your unfinished poem shall remain unfinished, until both, you and your friend unite in an eternal embrace! Your friend is not gone, he will live in your heart and memory forever, and so will you in his!
I like the line you started with because this won't be finished until we all are gone. I think that the line is part of this write and not an explanation of more to come and I think you should leave it there. Sorry for the loss my friend. The hole cannot be filled, but I do hope you find the conversation elsewhere! Your friend, Anthony
I'm so sorry to hear of this. I like the poem as it is. It expresses, so simply, the open-ended questioning of what it all must mean, what it all boils down to, and just how one is "supposed" to feel at that very moment of realization. You've captured the ambiguousness a child would feel at that very moment he learns of this ultimate fact, wrinkles his forehead, and stands there frightened to death. That's me, anyway, at 41, yet anyone standing in front of that child would know exactly what to do.
I'm sorry for your loss, Brian. I know the feeling; a hole in your heart so big you could drive a freight train through it. But I know your memories of your friend will help with the healing.
I think your poem says what you want to say and I'm not sure it really has to say anything more. Sometimes a few words say everything.
This is a very beautiful, sincere write.
Welcome !
