Lament

She shall not be here,

looking into my soul.

The world has shrunk

I shall not speak to Father,

or anyone. They could not save her.

Father says I dishonour the dead,

that I should snap out of this.

My eyes well, but not for him.

If Aunt was here, we could all cry.

I shall write some words,

pin them on her funeral flowers.

I shall tell her my heart.

She will listen.

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