The Passing

The Passing

I felt the passing of a friend
Something has departed
Something’s come to an end

I’m in the shadow of a ghost
I can no longer see 
The thing I loved the most.

I’ve captured the dream
And I bite my lip
the cat’s drunk the cream

The moments gone and died
A cool breath of wind
Now runs and chills me inside

I’ve not moved on but left
Deserted but remain
Nasty taste is all bereft.

Ignoring the future’s right
I’ll do it till I die
Morning, afternoon, and night.

There’s no physical loss
But the shines gone
It’s gone to matt from gloss

David Cox 02/08/22
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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