Euridice

O lady;

When I hear

Your voice

And talk of

Choirs and music,

Euridice

Reversed her fading

And came alive

Again and solid

Before my eyes.

O lady.

 

O lady;

To imagine

You, in soft

Sweet acts of love

Baby chuckling

In your arms

A shawl of

Guilt and anger.

A wrap of warmth

A cloak of loss.

O lady.

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