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Gone – prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

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

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