Your Absence at first,
incomprehensable.
Buried and smothered,
only to go on
reemerging in my thoughts.
The pain has abated some,
taking a part of my heart.
Like the tide washing away the shore
in retreat.
The puncture can never be healed.
It stands in tribute
to the one lost.
But now this soul
can be restrenghtend
with the birth of another.
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