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Music: The Scent
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Twenty-two years later they were
dead And nothing was resolved, nor would it be. Life, as is its wont, had gone ahead, But both of them, though freed, were never free. Both remarried, loved, fell ill, and died, Buried separately, with space reserved For those who mourned them most, the two outside What once was home but could not be preserved. What bitterness and blame, forgiveness, rage, Guilt, shame, fury, impotence, and sorrow Sloshed against the walls of each's cage, A storm that never yielded to tomorrow. How beautiful and sad, the love of youth That, though it could not last, outlasts the truth. Copyright by Nicholas Gordon |