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I lost my favorite uncle ( Paul Martin) over the holidays. He passed away unexpectedly from COVID-19. Below is a dirge in honor of him and all families who have suffered true loss during this wretched pandemic.

Empty Chair

The sanctity of evening drew near

And I pined for you, for the
memory of you

We pined for you, this evening

Your company, your spirit, your inner light

And as the sun began to set, all coral, and such

The sky became crimson, like blood

It’s heart glowing in reverence

The vision, profound, like a Turner painting

And to soothe the inner part
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I drew in my forearm

We drew in our forearms

And strangely were satisfied
for one breathless moment

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You, and your brilliant soul

And in the midst, your memory aloft

I knew

We knew

Then, and even before,

and ever so much more

That all there is left is that

We loved you

I read words of old

We read words of old, until light was ... no more

My eyes straining, to perhaps give my heart relief

but no ...

Not the song of the birds in the woods

Nor the empty chair on the stage

I used to find romantic, would do

I am wounded

We are wounded

by this weighted moment alone

Wounded by the beauty of the evening

The silence of the stage ... and simply

The empty chair

And, well

I wonder

We wonder

If we should ever see

the world the same again

Charli Pappas

Hopkinton