it has been an absence,
of unbearable tears,
but so as to say a presence,
of rushing memories.
let not the wind blow your touch,
for her body will shatter.
do you not wonder of her well-being,
is she still smiling the way she use to.
perhaps one day these words,
will find it's way to you,
in a tiny, tightly closed bottle,
with a message,
flowing with the wave in the vast open sea.
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