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He is Gone

Steve Frank
P.S. I Love You
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1 min readMar 31, 2018

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I awaken today to numbness.
I don’t,
ㅤI can’t,
Remember if I slept at all.
I am completely numb.
For he is gone.

I thought,
ㅤwe all thought,
He was the One.
The answer to our prayers.
The one we have been waiting for.
Watching for.
But he is gone.

We’ve seen this before.
So many claimed to be him.
So many disappointments.
Years,
ㅤcenturies,
Of disappointments.
We thought he was different.
But,
ㅤlike all the others,
He is gone.

He seemed so sincere.
So believable.
So full of love.
His miracles,
ㅤconvincing.
His power over nature,
ㅤamazing.
So we followed.
But he is gone.

We gave up everything,
ㅤeven as our friends,
ㅤour families,
Ridiculed us.
But the way he reached out to us…
Reached into us…
Connected with us…
We had to follow.
But he is gone.

Now we have nothing.
No one.
We cower in shame.
In fear.
For they know we were with him.
They will seek us,
ㅤas they sought him.
Treat us as the treated him.
We have no future.
For his is gone.

We awaken this morning to hopelessness.
For…

He is gone.

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Steve Frank
P.S. I Love You

A programmer discovering himself in poetry…a lifetime preparing to write, now finally putting pen to paper. You’ll find me in my poetry.