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a ‘felt pang’ is knowing loss

that only poetry can express

like sentiments on the breath of a blown kiss

passing into record, to be found, perhaps

at some future time by yet more innocents

surprised that they too are gathering dust

growing into space with the inexorable flight

of the pang of souls and the glitter

of the fragments that gravity reserves for adornments

and gilt on the cards and mementoes

that will announce

the sadness in ‘one’ passing