Ghazel of Shards

Dear ones, might a sign appear, if only a shard?
Even if sheered from nothing, a shard.

50 days slipped safely past
you who have disappeared—bequeath a shard.

Wherever you flew, wherever you fell
Dear lost ones, just a shard.

Your spectral lines, your memories, even your
fear clinging somewhere. However sharp, a shard.

Do you remember us?
We wait here. Even for a shard.

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2 thoughts on “Ghazel of Shards

  1. Wow, Rose .. this is one of my favorites too. I love your choice of “shard”.

    Two hundred and thirty-nine cuts
    grow deeper every day
    as we find planetary
    bodies out in space
    but not one trace
    of you.

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