any other moment
a blip in time that is gone
in a breath you just spent
expended & lost
distended in your soul
and launched into the sky
a mist
is that what becomes of us
the flickering light
hovering overhead
a fringe
infinite & small
caressing a syllable
launched into the air
2 years remembrance
a lifetime of gifts
of lessons
what we become
what made us
he who made me
a fog
if i only knew
what the sound was
when the filmy blanket
lifts
to reveal the voice
before its soul was taken.
today
for always
for that which is ever
my father lives
his brilliant spirit
the touch
to fill the emptiness
of what i hope to become.
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