Inspired by 'In Memoriam A.H.H.' Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)
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half light on the page words spill yet swallow their truth a moon veiled in clouds — I read between the shadows for the part you did not write half a tear is mine half I give to other hands to carry its weight shared grief breaks into pieces small enough for hearts to hold half my breath holds on half my breath has wandered free seeking other paths in this hovering between I glimpse the soul's bright outline half cream, half bitter — the coffee swirls like my grief clouds folding through black each sip both soothes unsettles like truth disguised in sugar glass shows half my face the other drowns in shadow back towards the past what I see and what I am trade places without warning horizon's hard line splits the blue from burning gold dusk drinking the day I stand between both the realms unsure which beckons me home
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