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Poem: Missing 

Missing is like weather
Looping, labile
Perpetual.
I lay tranquil, until
Sunlight glances a leaf
And our trees, our walks, our days
Fill the light.
Missing lives in the mouths
The eyes of others
In tongues that do not fit,
In cadences falling flat.
Seeing most
When least seen.
Memories circle like storms and tideswell.
Grief passes, pain dissolves
But missing endures
Like weather.
Looping, veiled
Perpetual.

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  • A poem by Nigel Gore.

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