Crying when it’s gone
At a loss, weeping
Over the silence,
Sweeping over the stories
Grasping for the sparks
Above, rasping for more
An expansion, an answer,
A future. Forgetting to be
Sober into the minutes
Over and over breathing
Forgetting, stopping, crying.
(6 december 2009)
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a lovely poem, a good use of diction and of the gerund form which give to the poem , a nice aliteration.