Lost

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Lost,
and how
I miss you!
This old place rots
without you in it.
Autumn harvest calls in
a bounty of England's fayre.
Sunlight streams through corn and corners
once made radiant by your presence;
now mere reflections in the TV screen.

Laid down here, you and I, only last year
and watched the dust motes dance and twinkle;
planned each room for decoration.
"When you are better..." I'd say -
It made me feel safer
to plan the future,
but tomorrow
came too
soon.

A countdown/up poem
20 lines
1 - 10 syllables and 10 - 1 syllables mirrored
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