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A Poem: Missing 

Missing is like weather

Looping, labile

Perpetual.

I lay tranquil, until

Sunlight glances a leaf

And our trees, our walks, our days

Fill the light.

Missing lives in the mouths

The eyes of others

In tongues that do not fit,

In cadences falling flat.

Seeing most

When least seen.

Memories circle like storms and tideswell.

Grief passes, pain dissolves

But missing endures

Like weather.

Looping, veiled

Perpetual.

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