As a windowpane speaks of loneliness concealed
So your silence intimates consent
to that which I have feared
She spoke of peace
which passed understanding
but
She left no peace
for those who did not accompany her
We
are left at the mercy of
a bewildered universe
who sifts for pain
for so it was for you and I
On September 28th, 1996
when metal met fire.
Reason for writing:
my girlfriend's death in a car accident
Birth sign: Not entered
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