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Posted: March 30, 2015 in 2015, Haiku, Poetry
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by dying so young

you selfishly stole from me

my right to your love

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© Paul Nichol. 2015

Comments
  1. georgetteann says:

    Very profound; sadly, I completely relate to this.

    • Paul Nichol says:

      I am sorry to hear that. I never felt love by this person whilst they lived and I sometimes wonder whether if he had not died, and with the passing of time and changing circumstances that might have changed. Death both robs us of opportunities and gives us opportunities; it gave me strengths, it gave me this poem and the emotional thoughts at its root, your comment and this reply. It is a small consolation I know but I am glad I knew the consequences of death at a young age for it gave me a perspective on life I would not otherwise acquired. I have been on a long, hard and dangerous journey but one worth taking for I am happy and content, words that could never have described my dead relative whilst he lived. Travel well and thank you for writing this personal comment, Paul

  2. georgetteann says:

    Death is painful, especially when tragic and preventable…as it was in my case. Thank you for sharing your experience. It helps to know there are others who share such grief. Take care.

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