what were those hours and minutes
when measured against decades
of a long life well and fully lived?
a smile, briefly known and always loved,
the joy of songs and sighs and laughter
faded now in the vacuum left behind,
short-lived breeze that warmed,
then cooled again
the absence of your touch…
your lips remembered always
as soft whispers on my neck
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