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All That is Lost in the Winter
Reflections on Loss
The autumn leaves have come and with it the cold
The wind whips around me
Chilling every inch of my slight frame
Mocking my shivers
Disheveling my hair
Pounding at my door at night
Like someone who wants to be let in
But there is no one there
Except for a rake that has fallen over
And the clothing line that keeps hitting the side window
Making me think someone is tapping their fingers on the glass
It keeps me up at night sometimes
Once or twice I’ve called out to you
“Papa?”
Maybe you’ve come back to see how I’m doing
I’d like to think there is an afterlife
I’m not afraid of ghosts
You are welcome anytime
Sometimes I think I see you in a shadow
Floating lightly over the wall
But when I turn on the light it is gone
Where are you now?
When will my turn be?
