I struggle to remember

the last words we shared,

our last kiss,

not knowing it would be the final time,

that I would have to hold onto dearly

for the rest of my life.

There are traces of you in every room,

and I look for you,

your smile,

your laugh,

your scent,

your presence,

and moments that are now just memories,

There are times I struggle to breathe

knowing there is a universe between us now:

the corporeal and the heavens

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