Poem: Shiva
Shiva
and sat there.
sat with her
this afternoon.
It was quiet.
People had come
but most were gone.
It was the last day.
Many people
had already been.
I do not know
what it mattered,
if it was good,
if it made a difference
that we were there,
but I remember
what it is
to be one
who is without
and needing so
to not also be alone.
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