Easter

is my season

of defeat.

Though all

is green

and death

is done,

I feel alone.

As if the stone

rolled off

from the head

of the tomb

is lodged

in the doorframe

of my room,

and everyone

I"ve ever loved

lives happily

just past

my able reach.

And each time

Jesus rises

I"m reminded

of this marble

fact:

they are not

coming back.

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