What was it that caused a stir,
a red bloom so early?
This was not a full flowering
at the height of the season.
And why were we silent
on that night, our voices
blind while our eyes
whispered goodbye?
As you hugged and held yourself
not quite together,
inwardly dissected.
Who would we be now if
you both remained complete?
But you splintered and silence
grew to fill the gap.
About the contributor: Sean Smith is a 56 year old poet from Dublin, Ireland. He has 
been published in a variety of journals including The Poetry Bus, Boyne Berries, Skylight 47 and Firewords. When not writing he can be found playing or watching cricket in Pembroke Cricket Club.
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