I hold your vaporous memory
within an aspect of myself
that i tend like a favored blossom,
I gather your ghostly apparition
into the vault of what is most precious,
though you have deserted the
sweet nectar of life
some time ago.
As the past stretches its days
into an horizon of shadows,
I hold onto echoes of your sweet nature
within the cavern
that is my mind,
I do this so as to discourage
despair’s most eloquent logic.
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