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Subject: The Loss Of Author: cloud [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 00:12:52 03/12/02 Tue I dreamed that you died I was clinging onto bodies A sea of bodies dead in their weight Resilient in their opposition to me I saw them kill you I saw them extinguish the glow From your eyes Eyes which will never again reflect The light I see in me in you I wanted to thrash With some inner strength as of yet unknown Something to justify To make my external reality as chaotic As my arrhythmic heart And I wept to find that I had none Sobbing, realizing that no hero resides within I peered around the bodies Only to find one At a distance of thirty feet 22 steps I count Wondering which of us is more dead now As I watched you leak in silence It occurs to me how undignified you are To die in a stereotypical dirty, wet back alley Regurgitated from some b-movie memory I wanted to do something romantic A final act to look back on To say, “Yes, I loved her. See?” I put my finger in your coagulating blood But swiftly removed it This is no time for sacrilege I wanted to say something memorable It hurts to inhale “I’m – ” I realize I am too loud I whisper in your ear, “I’m going to miss you.” And quickly add, “But you’ll never know just how much.” A memory of Saturday flashes The second Saturday in the month of Almost Suddenly my sobbing renews its fervor As I realize that Almost will forever remain Almost I wanted to leave But a light bore down on me The light of God He demanded of me Why had I let you die? I tried I’m sorry, Father My loss is His loss, He tells me Well then fix it! I have much to learn, He tells me Like the eagle diving into the waters I have been stripped of my identity, That which I have loved Sent floating into the abyss Leaving little more than a shell In place of the former glory But the eagle renews New replaces old And the eagle flies again With no evidence of his downfall I will fly again We will fly again Praise God [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]