Nancy, a poem by Deryn van der Tang at



written by: Deryn van der Tang



A branch was torn from my tree
The incorruptible set free
An open wound gapes oozing tears
From every layer of the years
The seasons come, the seasons go,
The bleeding edges of the weal
Time slowly starts to heal
Sometimes I hear the whisper of her voice
The breeze blows gently through the leaves
Sometimes I catch a fleeting glance
Her form, shifting shadows seem to dance
The substance of her essence
Embedded in my heart.



My best friend passed away long before her time, bringing to an end the dreams we had of retirement years, it was like a limb was torn from me. There was a tree outside my house that the wind had torn a branch from, and I could see that wound heal and so I knew mine would heal in time.

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