Remembering Who is Lost. By themischievousannaJuly 19, 2015 She would have been here, Two hours very late She would have brought quiet cheer, Despite her dreadful fate: We want her here, But it is always far too late. Advertisements Share this:Share on TumblrTweetMoreEmailPrintPocketLike this:Like Loading... Categories: ArtTags: art, digital, emotions, Fiction, fiction&poetry, grief, life, loss, poetry, summer, writing Related Articles Another subject. By themischievousanna2 months ago The Messiness of Illusion. By themischievousanna3 months ago Having Existed. By themischievousannaMay 26, 2019 Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.