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A Moment
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Missing Him For the first time
in months,
there was a melding
of sentiments,
a synchronization
of mindsets.
I feared leaving
too soon because
the moment would be
forgotten in
my first breath
away from you.
I exhaled
and you were gone
as if I dreamt
you into being,
as if your existence
was only in my mind.
Or maybe you were
a phantom,
alive once but now
reappearing in
previously-worn
expressions and
thoughts.
I think we were
just two people
suffering from
Alzheimer's until
our words fit together
once again.
This union
unleashed what
was trying to escape
for so long, but
that had remained
in air-tight containers
until the perfect
moment arrived.
It was a bittersweet
idea I was toying
with days before
but now fully realized.
I had fondness for the past
but more importantly,
for the very first time,
acceptance of the future.
