She's gone by Keith D Allison In the dog days of summer the heat hangs on my head hangs low the heart so cold The rope runs from the house to the barn in the bitter winds of January do blow and one can get lost in the blinding snow the heart barely breathes no one to hold 07/31/2009 Posted on 08/01/2009 Copyright © 2024 Keith D Allison Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/01/09 at 04:46 AM Ya. Posted by Anne Engelen on 08/01/09 at 06:49 AM May warm memories beat that winter cold. Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 08/01/09 at 10:07 AM Keith, as the presence of those we love is rather like a double life, I think absence, in its anxious longing and sense of vacancy, is like a foretaste of death. It is painful. Poignant, and stark. Thanks. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)