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The phone rings
a soul withdrawn
reveals great loss
“how do I tell you this?’
silence crashes
a dozen beloved faces
race through
Dear God,
Who?
Distant sirens howl
in beating rain
the heating hums
and my heart
stops.
Far you were
even farther now?
Before miles
and life itself,
not death,
divided
and
deprived
me of the way you were
you
of the way I love you.