Your mending flame, never receding
Illuminates this fragile path
From which I fail to navigate away
Where warmth exists and envelops
A lost, searching soul
I retreat to the silent edges
And listen for your distant, whispered tones
October, 2022
Occasionally, if one is fortunate, someone will pass through your life that is so far above and in front of, everyone else and if that time must come to a conclusion, it doesn't ease the departure or lessen the impact that they had.
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