***
Liam,
I’m trying this life on again,
like a shirt that isn’t mine:
it almost fits,
but the seams
rub unbearably.
***
I’m still waiting
to meet you,
my dear one,
my lost one.
You stay close –
closer than I can
admit aloud.
***
Tell me,
how is it for you?
What does the inside of that place
look like,
the one they use to frighten us
while we’re alive?
I wish I knew.
But not this time, Liam,
not this time.
In loving memory of Liam Nugent (1986-2014)
not this time
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