Suffering is what
he does not have any more.
Suffering is what I remind myself
he does not have any more.
Suffering is what I saw
him enduring bravely;
what I found so hard
to endure seeing. (Trying
to do so bravely. Trying to
alleviate, half succeeding,
but ...). Suffering — his —
is what I have most cried for
since he died. Silly really;
it's all over now — but still
I weep that it was.
Well, I'm almost done,
I believe. Suffering is not
where I want to keep living.
Poetic Asides April Poem A Day Challenge 2013, 10: Suffering
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