lives of mourning. for an instant
we might forget
until a step, a smile, a sense
of absence
tugs memories from closets.
our bodies force thought from
unwilling minds. my eyes see
the chair you sat in. ears
hear a sudden tapping
at the window. i sense your presence
in the other room.
how sad my memories make me.
my spirit grieves within
raging at death,
destruction of my hopes
sadness
ruling in every fibre.
you are still here.
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