(15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

' ' ' ' 'Later(For Junie)

'Later, love...'
she said

but Death
stole her voice.

So that, that later
never arrived

& I cry always
for the later

that never
became a now.

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Comments (3)

Very short, but concentrated sadness; it leaves the salty taste of a tear, little one piece but heavy and salty
What might have been? Tender! Reminds me of one I wrote, Tuesday Never Came...
great words for a touching story!