What Is Left?
T Tom Billsborough
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Four white walls alone remain
In this bare room.
For what is left when you are gone?
Your last refrain,
The rainbow of your sweet soprano
spun into a ball
And made to disappear by some magician's
sleight of hand.
So suddenly, that when I turned you were not there
And would not reappear.
I did not understand
That death is truly white,
The final unity with the loss of colour.
Four white walls alone remain,
Like sheeted ghosts they lean
And slowly fade away.
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