#1069520 added April 23, 2024 at 8:25pm Restrictions: None
for Caleb, again
I knew you only five long faded days
now twelve years past—the images go weak,
and when I strive to hold—they fade away.
I cannot find the memories I seek.
now, all that's left for me are metaphors—
stale pallid ghosts that never could contain
the love that was and always will be yours—
and so I ever look for you in vain.
I glimpse you when I see the daffodils,
and when the cherry trees explode in flower.
I feel your presence as the storm front stills
in preparation for an April shower.
I look for you, and I can almost see
your echo. and it's beautiful to me.
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