Your essence is the part of you that intrigues me.
I would feel more close to death without your presence, than if my breath attempted to escape my chest.
And from your absence I'm left with a greater sense of bereavement.
Your memory leaves a greater imprint on my mind than what occurs through the passing of time.
Time has passed but your essence has not passed my mind.
~Dijon Noble~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem