Some know what it is like
To let go and fade away
Sometimes for months
Sometimes for years
It is quiet in the dark
Beyond all expectations
Beyond any criticisms
Where hope is absent
And has been surrendered
On occasion
There is an emergence
An awakening
A shudder
A thought
Where did that time go?
Is it too late?
It doesn’t matter at that moment
Where you find yourself
The clock has started again
The sky is clear above
All you can do is move
With purpose without expectation
There was no shattering
No pieces to put together
It was just a slow fade
Now
Engage and exist
It will sometimes be hard
It will sometimes not be worthwhile
It will hurt
It will be better
Than alone in the dark
The world was not made greater
By your absence
It might be
By your return
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013
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