Shadows have begun
to harvest summer's death
the tides rearrange
somewhere time hides
another pained memory
wraith-like in twilight
a trail of faded photographs
fragranced candles long blown out
I asked for your favourite jacket
already been thrown away they said
why must belongings be discarded
so quickly in the aftermath of dying
if you've received peace
from your thoughts
the jacket thrown away
I can forgive
in this frequency of existence
shadows have begun
to harvest summer's death
I no longer sense your energy
I am trapped in prayers
voiced to save you
glued in the ether
astrally trying to heal you
twenty-five years of friendship
entombed in autumn's fading light
and all the time life continues on
as the tides rearrange fate
Poetry©Words Among Trees
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