Cold

    
                    
                       Cold as death
                       I might have called it
                       except that I’ve heard from one
                       who has been there and back
                       enough to know that poems
                       imagining death from this side
                       simply don’t know so can only guess
                       death to be as cold as the life
                       that has quit her love.
                       And I have to be the one
                       to step outside into this?
        

        


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