Gone, Perhaps Forever
Someone very near and very dear
leaves, perhaps forever, no offense
but he has his own right to life, it
just happens to be thousands of
miles away...
and so I go about my daily grind
grim-faced, gusto-less, ghostlike going
through the motions, until I feel
his message shoot through my veins
pricking my conscience and bringing
out the sunshine in my heart of hearts
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2021
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