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Plane Crashes, No Survivors
grief
for ourselves
alone, so alone
a father, a brother
an uncle, a friend
raw pain scorches
no tears left
a gaping hole
where there once was a heart
regret
half-empty album
for daughters on bicycles
bridal bouquets
and grandchildren's hugs
novels half-finished
cases untried
missing puzzle pieces
will never be found
memory
remembering Jim
a laugh sent by email
my Internet friend
who wrote gorgeous prose
quest for adventure
beyond the next cloud
exuberant pilot
will soar forever
Copyright 1997, Barbara Etlin, all rights reserved
In memory of Jim Osborne (1948-1997)
Both heartbreaking and wistful. Loss.
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading and commenting, Mirka.
DeleteOh Barb, my heart leaped into my throat. Hugs. Loss and regrets are painful. May the memories bring you joy and light.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Vijaya. He was an early critique partner and a talented novelist.
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