The soft comings and goings;
the sounds of bodies falling;
the urge to cry.
But who are we to resist
and who would listen?
We hold each other
against the pain
knowing someone else now
has no one to hold.
Colette said that when someone dies
you think that if you go out
everything will have stopped
the stores, the cars, everything....
But they all go on
and then, in your grief,
you know
just how small any of us are.
Gallagher
27Jun2017
Christchurch
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