Another world was lost tonight
another mind through which we passed
in memory and hope. It’s lost,
and we had hoped that it would last
a little more than this, at least.
But all we were to her is gone,
while all she was to us remains
with us - and so we carry on
in rooms she knew, in preparation,
thankful that our lives had crossed.
And yet a world was lost tonight
and she remains and we are lost.
Featured at The Red Wheelbarrow on 11 August 2022
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