THEIR SECOND DEATH FOR ME

 Now even the night and dreams

don't recover my beloved dead for me;

they came and spoke and gave

their loved voices back,

speaking to mind from mind,

and that was a solace and a joy

even when in dream itself

I knew they were but

part of me, garbed in sight

and sound entombed in memories,

and mirror of my longing;

yet now in sleep they are as dead

as in day's blinding light,

and the bleak hours of the dark

too haunt me with their absence,

for I have lost them twice.

18.08.2022

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