About seven on the day, I play
Rather modern, rather mad
I still feel the same as they did.
Why me? Why him?
Innocent cloud dearly loved
Your disappearance matters eternally
Every day is wrong
Please understand you matter eternally.
I couldn’t see through your glass
We all feel it too
In my blue device, the sixth
crashed upon me like the ocean
Always I saw you yet I never spoke
Maybe that was all he needed
Who was the devil that drove your need
when the sister gazed?
No anger, never anger
Only sweet tears with no bitterness for you
I miss the flesh of the cloak
I know not what occurred
but only the outcome
Poor boy, if it is true,
then speak out.
I love you.
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Author:
Jade Moore (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: November 8th, 2026 06:57
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is for my dear friend Navy who sadly passed away a few weeks ago. Rest in peace.
- Category: Sad
- Views: 2
- In collections: Loss.
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