I Miss You My Son. Poem by Justin Dowler
I Miss You My Son.
The dissipating solace grows colder through absence,
like warmth underfoot slowly disremembering the sun as it encounters a solemn cloud,
left fruitlessly grasping for the heat that once burned,
the answer is knowing to search yet again, not for what's lost, much more mysterious, it's not yet revealed,
No cloud is forever through all we must see.
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