Remembrance ~

for those who have

 experienced

the absence of

 a dear one's presence

“Music I heard with you was more than music,

 and bread I broke with you was more than bread.

 Now that I am without you, all is desolate;

 all that was once so beautiful is dead.”

Conrad Aiken

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Not All Loss ~

the presence

of your absence

lingers

with the sun

||-||

the pain of grief

is only a

shadow

when compared

with the pain 

of

never risking love

Hilary Stanton Zunin

: : :

thanks to

Sandra Heska King

for the quote