10 tcf.org.uk COMPASSION | YOUR POEMS & STORIES It hurts as I Write these words with my pen Knowing I won’t Ever see you again It hurts as I Try to remember your voice Keep the sound in my head There is no other choice It hurts as I Stare at your photo on the wall Your beautiful face Your posture so tall It hurts as I Miss your wry quirky smile Your funny expressions It’s been too long a while It hurts as I Write yet my words just increase I’ll keep writing to you And my words will not cease It Hurts by Safina Powell Holding it together, at least “on the surface of it,” is very much just that. But come the quiet, or in the early hours of dawn, just before going to sleep, in your dreams, or in fact, at any and every time of the day or night, the nightmare of your loss lives and breathes. It is set to run in perpetuity, until the essence of one’s being disintegrates in Nature’s turn, as atoms discombobulate back to the elements of the universe and mingle with those of yours which fell like snowflakes before. Intertwining wisps of both atoms and memories, released as indefatigable quantum packets of particles and simultaneously existing energy wavelengths. Wafting and weaving through eternity, each obeying the Universal Law that matter can neither be created nor energies be destroyed. Peaceful together again, In the silent, gentle swirl of all the galaxies. Rejoined together again, In perpetuity. In Perpetuity by Rob Chate
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