I sit here cloaked in soft grey light
and think of you / of time now out
of sight and ageing. Life so bright
now faded / brief moments flicker
just whisper what was not
I hear perfect your voice preserved:
it dents my courage / nourishes and falls.
For unborn fears have all but torn
my hopes / finding, still at home
you and I unaltered / left alone.
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