You
wonder how deep your sorrow will be
When
the first snow of the season falls?
It
is November, the 11th month of grieving
In
yet another year growing old.
It
is time to realize that even golden memories
Are
not enough to sustain you till you’re done.
And
springtime will never again bring back lilac
Blossomings
of the past.
Yet,
fragrant memories persist in the mind as
the
Silent Subway runs beneath your feet.
Miles
and miles of darkened earth pass all too
Swiftly
between you and eternity.
Chris
Hanch 11-14-16
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