So These Years Poem by Bonnie Cote

So these years pass
Quickly slowly in trance
In pain in hollowness
That which was lost cannot be the retrieved
Death came and left
Leaving me
To suffer without it
Without you
Other things came and went
We were pushed to the sidelines
Grasping at straws
Clinging to a telephone line
Electric voices
Ethereal subtle projections
Holding tight to what we can't keep
Breathing eternity
Until breath ceases
Shadows shadows
Tears
Unreal unreality
They drop like flies
One after another
I got used to that
But you took the best
Of me
For what it's worth
I hope you took it
Because otherwise
It's just dead