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Lost at sea. Lost, at sea.
Lost. At sea. Lost - can he be found?
No goodbye. No warning, no grave
Not even a funeral - did you know
You can't have a funeral
Without a body to bury?
I didn't. But then I was young
So young - as was he.
I bet he didn't know either
I bet he never thought he'd need to
And I suppose he didn't in the end.
The end came so soon for him.
Barely twenty - still a boy.
No end, though, for the rest of us.
Even the very words - Lost at sea -
Tell us that. For what is lost
Can still be found, can't it?
Is he out there? I watch in
The streets. Check the beaches.
Please come back to us.
Battered, beaten, broken by the sea
But back. Not swallowed by her.
Love needs a goodbye.
(c) Sinead Redmond
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