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Sometimes I become overwhelmed with emotion and perhaps this is not such a bad thing. I guess all of us feel sad at leaving things behind, people leaving us and the inexorable process of moving on. I find that writing words to describe feelings I barely understand helps me to come to terms with life, loss, ageing and death.
Thankfully, I am not ill or depressed but accommodating a difficult two years on this planet in the best 'creative' way I know how! At the very worst I might get offered a job by Hallmark.
We’ve been to too many funerals lately
The very old and lovers share a secret.
Hands grasp as if lives depend upon the bond,
holding expectations and memories secure.
Eyes meet and engage for far too long as if focus alone
might, capture and hold frozen, a moment in space and time.
Ears do not hear and evidential proof is overwhelmed by preferences,
established in life from birth and every subsequent moment of existence.
If we are lucky, we find at least one absolute love, which lasts forever.
So is there an end to you, me and time?
Are, just days conjoined with us and being here so very important?
When my body fails, as ultimately fail it must, I can only hope:
I am holding another human hand in shared experience and affection,
all my expectations and memories merge in a timeless wrapper of love
and that this is comfort enough for those I leave behind
and will continue to love literally forever.
George Sept 2024
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