I thought that so much of the thought of death was abstract - well, I guess not really, but somehow remote.
Things happen to bring back from the past the future, the threats of can and may be. Love so lost, so torn - ripped from us - savage -
There are worse terrors - horrors that people do to each other that go beyond belief and tears. Any ripping away of life - ripping the leaves from the trees and the sun from our joy.
I miss you - I only know it when I see others trying to die - I love you - when I see young hearts crying - and that past, is now and is - is just life, its what happens.
Pxx
