Slipped through my fingers like water.

The memory of you,

So close.

Yet, distant.

You were here, and gone.

In the same instant.

You taught me:

the difference.

Between right and wrong. 

How to rise,


Let go of the past.

A piece of me,

Went with you.


The pieces you left behind

are enough for me.

To go on.

We shared a bond

many would envy.

I forgot.

How much I needed you

Until, I was reminded

by the dial tone.


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