The Feeling I Got When I Saw Her Again

John Gillen
Jun 25 · 1 min read

It wasn’t butterflies it was Death
It was a powerful reminder that Death had won
The moment she left I’d been swallowed by the grave
Like a mouse hit by a howitzer
I was still walking but that was stubborn vanity
In truth, it was over
There was nothing to do but wait
It’s June now
Tonight I waited in central park
I thought of her
As I often do
And the man who’d died
The boy really
I miss him
I wish he were here
I remembered the night of his last hours
When I felt him going
Darkness held my hand
And we wrote songs of light

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John Gillen

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“My whole life has been movies and religion. That’s it. Nothing else.” — Martin Scorsese

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The Junction is a digital crossroads devoted to stories, culture, and ideas. Our interests are legion.

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