Lost Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

Lost



I wish, each day, I could throw aside the wide
white sheet that has covered you

since that far-off day you died
and find what I know is true
somewhere inside

have you walk down avenues

of afternoons eagerly at my side
deliriously tongue-tied.

How could I, who gave you so many words to wear,
have thought you had nothing more to hide?

I see you lying where
the dull day was dying,

is dying, always still here
where, each day, tongue-tied

I throw aside the wide
white sheet that covers you

watch in despair, dull-eyed,
the page on which I’ve tried

to find you where you always hide
in me and will not reappear

Tuesday, October 27, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: remembrance
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Charl JF Cilliers

Charl JF Cilliers

Cape Town, South Africa
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