dVerse Poets – Prosery – All Hallows
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“Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortal.” Emily Dickinson
Gone
He smiled as I lit a candle in memory, his face briefly illumined in the flare of the match. We reminisced, he and I, as we sipped our mulled wine in the quiet of the eve. Those days of school caps, soccer, steam trains, fish and chips in the high street, so many memories. We recounted all those souls who’d gone before us, choosing to redeem their lives by letting go their shortcomings and recalling their good side, to do otherwise would lack any sense of grace or humanity. The night drew long, and talk turned to he and I and all those years and some lost opportunities, the what ifs and maybes of life. I felt the tears welling, and as I blinked my eyes blurred. Eventually, as my eyes cleared, I looked up and saw that he was gone, until next time.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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Thank you for this.
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Thank you, Susan, for reading and sharing.
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Oh! Heartbreaking end! I love this, Paul. Reminds me of all the meetings with childhood friends.
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Yes, those special moments in the passage of life.
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Yes, indeed.
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Very evocative. I can almost smell those chips and hear the steam train. Then the bitter-sweet end. Nicely done, Paul 🙂
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Many thanks Chris, yes, I wrote it out of my own evocative experience as I pondered the prose. 🙂
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A full circle emotional ride. Well done.
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Tricky memory, it was good to get that out, thank you so much Sandy.
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Always my pleasure, Paul.
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So beautiful
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Thank you so much Juliette.
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Very heartfelt imagery !
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It came from that deep place indeed, many thanks.
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Sigh 😔
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Many thanks Ruth.
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Loved this, Paul
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Thank you so much Cheryl.
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Two old friends reminiscing, so well depicted. May “next time” be soon!
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Yes indeed, may it be so.
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Wonderful Paul! The last lines seems to be a conclusion of the others, with hope for the future. We are here on earth only going the first part of our way. Thank you! Michael
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Absolutely so Michael, thank you.
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:-))
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This is so vivid.. the memories and the intimate conversation where you let go their shortcomings and recalling their good side made me think of a last reunion, but in the end you let go that only one is left.
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Ah yes, that is a great summary Bjorn, very observant indeed, thank you for attending to the detail.
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powerful depiction … is he a lost one also?
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No, not lost, just on my mind now and again.
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hope you can resolve it 🙂
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Well at the moment it’s a happy thing in that sweet bitter grief, to recall, so many memories.
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good it will go when you’re ready
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🙂
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I was very moved by this.
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Many thanks Liz.
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Lovely and bittersweet–the remembering, the letting go.
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Yes, exactly as you say Merril, many thanks for sharing.
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You’re quite welcome, Paul.
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This is so moving.
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Oh, Paul! This made me teary eyed. So beautiful!
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Thank you for sharing your heartfelt response Winnie, much appreciated.
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My pleasure, Paul. 🙂
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This drew tears to my eyes – very beautiful and evocative
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Yes, a difficult one, close to the heart.
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