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© 2008, Don Mize
Grief is cryptic among aliens,
lost moments shared
rush to find expression
in a stunned brain.
Chatting fails
to seize the defeat,
remote words crash,
compassion seeps in slowly.
Aloneness is shattered
by empathy
from a stranger
once a friend.
Good memories discovered,
imperfect words stumbling out,
healing
the bewilderment.
Each sorrow is one,
private,
exclusive,
even among intimate aliens.
Don Mize
Crockett, Texas
February 8, 2008
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