Poem: Upon Your Death

mb16-Upon There is a pain which never stops hurting which cannot be healed; and dignity will carry it. There is a wound which never closes and cannot be touched but by the love of a bleeding heart. There is a fear which never leaves— no place to hide— and cannot be embraced but by empty hands. There is a loneliness beyond abandonment and it will not vanish nor be filled, but the patience of my solitude makes me smile.

Nel Houtman, True Marvelous Shining Zurich, Switzerland

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