All the grief and sorrow, the pain
we feel is like those of people before
us, both remembered and gone
and forgotten, and others will be
feeling the same, this pain on some
coming days, and our suffering now guide
or panacea for them, perhaps. But at least
we know we are not alone, even if
separated by time, in these feelings
that gnaw yet bind us, when
we put them down, briefly,
until they are again
dust like us.
29.11.-16.12.2024
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