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can a voice be lost,
if in passing, the presence
is no longer there?
will I remember
the whispered musings and diffuse images
without the physical shape?
i never saw her face;
she was shy that way,
curtaining herself behind sheer poetry.
ever there, a friend
whose countenance i did not know,
a chasm too large to fill.
a life ended too soon
june 6, 2011
