The years pass and I’m growing older,
But I still feel like a child.
Saturated by this newest loss, I find I’m
Soaked to the bone with memory.
Remembering your last smile, your last advice,
The last time that you touched my hair,
Watching me closely, trying to say with your eyes,
Words your mouth could no longer form.
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