The space between us closes now as it expands.
Eyelid movies flash:
your smile, black sets and that fire alight.
You were not a candle. You are a torch.
Burnt and laughing we shared too little time.
Frost grass and fall leaves crack together
underfoot in rhythm to this dance,
a meagre dedication to your eternal
here there everywhereness.
Stillness brings your peace and
dragonflys, dragonflys.
I fell like going home,
I know You will be there.
We miss you. We love you.
Always.
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tjq
