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Nov. 8th, 2014 10:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
smokingbootCENTENARY
A hundred years, only a hundred years
since I saw you, heroic and absurd
a boy behind a moustache twice your size
soft skinned, clear eyed, your face so full of light.
They could not tell me how it was you died
because they never found you; you were
lost. To them you were a letter among millions
in envelopes addressed but never sent.
I am still waiting by the garden gate
checking each stranger’s face as they pass by.
I will be ready for when you come home.
A hundred years. Only a hundred years.
A hundred years, only a hundred years
since I saw you, heroic and absurd
a boy behind a moustache twice your size
soft skinned, clear eyed, your face so full of light.
They could not tell me how it was you died
because they never found you; you were
lost. To them you were a letter among millions
in envelopes addressed but never sent.
I am still waiting by the garden gate
checking each stranger’s face as they pass by.
I will be ready for when you come home.
A hundred years. Only a hundred years.
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