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Knelling, Tolling
This solitudinous Friday night, Midway through December, In the distance separating me from our past, I hear a bell knelling, Tolling as though I were saying, "Where am I when you need me?" Or Jan asking the years that have lingered Since our marriage dissolved us, "Where are you when I need you?"
Why, twenty years later, Can't I answer those plaintive questions About the man who loved his wife so much He couldn't stand it, Sustain the feverish pitch romance lit, With its flints shaped from their bones? All I know, at this late date, is this: When I hear bells knelling, They're tolling our inconsolable loneliness.
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