You are my life: there’s no divide
Hard words could cause or temper bring
I love you more than being or thing
On earth was ever loved: inside
The soil of every angry scene
A new seed sends shoots, fresh and green
Good year, 1996
Sometimes you don’t remember she’s gone
-You should, it’s quiet- in the rooms, outside
And it’s quiet because she’s died...
About the centre of the small loo window
Leaves of every ivy-colour frame
The bold obtrusion of an autumn sun...
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