This is an ode to someone I lost.

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// Full poem:
She died in my arms today,
our eyes met with her last breath.
I wanted to feel something,
other than the violence of it.
there was nothing.
no meaning in it, no dignity.
I screamed like a panther,
in the middle of the night.
I cried every day.
and wrote to her for two years.
I begged her to meet me in dreams.
I slept all the time.
all I can remember now,
her last breath.

The poem is mine, but the line about the panther wailing in the middle of the night is taken from Willie Nelson's "Time of the Preacher", which is a song you should definitely listen to if you haven't heard it. I never fully appreciated that line until I lost her.

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