By Marshall Hann
Submitted by Blessed23
Date: 2014 Nov 13
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There is no greater horror
than a life
without you,
but one must stand anyway,
one mustn’t capitulate
even when one must
be without
the missing piece.

I can do nothing
but accept
that you are gone
even though
my heart
is just a mournful piano now.
One must move
or one must die.

And I am curling inwards
to try and surround the pain of this loss
of you,
so that it is silent
save but for the quietest whisper.

Nothing really ever makes
your absence
any easier for me.