Have you ever dreamt
That someone dead
Never really died
But instead had to
Go away somewhere
Else for a while
The joy of seeing them again
So insurmountable
You can’t even ask
How or why
Realising in the process
Of awakening
The abyss their absence
Has caused is a grief
As monumental and fragile
As the Great Barrier Reef

Part three of three, this being the conclusion to the journey that was Wind of the Willows onto Slain by Summer and then arriving here. As the other two had finishing touches applied, this poem came out of the blue in final form from the word go; as though the others had merely been the mental workout allowing this to find its way clear to the surface of consciousness; a verse that could very well be about so many people, but was written with no one particular in mind at all. Indeed, those who could’ve conjured the thought have since frequently been found ghostly risen in its wake instead.  

With thanks to D. D. Buck^ for use of the header image (licensing).

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