When I think of you,
I die, too.
In my throat, bereft
Like yours, of air,
No sound left,
Nothing is there
To make a word of grief.
Evelyn Coffey
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Evelyn Coffey by Pat Kyser is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.About Me
- Cousin Pat
- Quilt maker, teacher, writer, mother, grandmother, friend, widow.
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