When first she leaves it's the present you cry for;
the past is a flood of her, the future empty blight.
And then it's the future without her that howls out
over empty sarcophagi in desert's starry night.
Yet finally you realize it is the past that suffers;
present always licks its wounds; future's not in sight.
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Gifts and Shards Vol 2
PoetryThis is the second and final volume of 'Gifts and Shards'. This takes us from the second month to now well over three years later, though there were many C poems in the collections tracking the seasons. There are no similar stories!
