Reflection on the Death of a Loved One.
Your death has drilled into me
deeper than I knew existed.
There, in the centre of myself,
this sudden disarrangement,
as though some vital bolt loosened
and parts of me disassembled.
But if your time has passed,
not so your life,
I live on
with you, braid of my soul
which even death cannot undo.
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