Bill Kurple

A Loss







It has been years—it seems like a moment
Spiritual intimacy knows no time
It celebrates our coexistence
Beautifily sublime

There is no answer.
The suffering- like a perpetual open wound never heals
You hide, you tender the wound- but the wound remains
While no longer apparent- the pain is ever real


Blame has lessened
What difference does it make??
If it were reversible- myself instead
But life is more savage and will not release what it takes

So you get up
Face the day's trials and tribulations
Beneath the face you prepare
You weep

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