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Ode to Kirby

August slips away
flushing me melancholy
ever reminding me
another 43,829 minutes has passed
since last I saw your face
time is unyielding

and I’ve become
just one of those who linger behind
to ponder all things seen and not

longing to reunite yet afraid
there is nothing beyond
a shimmering pretense
of the other side

left with only memories
that days slowly steal away

living, breathing molds of you
by voice, seem the same
but are so very different

making letting you go
even harder

mentally rearranging the circle
ashes to ashes - dust to dust
bone to bone - flesh to flesh
over and over again

but nothing ever changes
but the amount of time
that passes since
I last saw your face

© LadyRaine