There’s A Gathering
There must be a place;
Above or not . . .
Where they gather.
The ones who left us.
Some we say . . .
“Too Soon”…
And some we say,
“had a long life.”
Are they here?
I’ve seen them . . .
After they’ve crossed.
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There’s A Gathering
There must be a place;
Above or not . . .
Where they gather.
The ones who left us.
Some we say . . .
“Too Soon”…
And some we say,
“had a long life.”
Are they here?
I’ve seen them . . .
After they’ve crossed.
I really like how you’ve laid out this poem and that the prolific punctuation in the earlier lines seems to provide a contrast to the dramatic cut delivery of the last line. From (sort of) innocuous beginnings the last line really delivers and leave the reader in a state of intrigue!