I saw you today, resting, peaceful. Lips full like I remembered.
I stared at the reality: quiet, intangible, final.
A young boy looking through cornered eyes. Scared, confused.
Occasional muffled inhalations holding sorrow’s hand.
Beads of prayer dutifully prayed by faithful kin.
Sadness clinging in the air like fog, sticking to your skin.
Questions left unanswered linger in earthly vessels.
Loving fingers touch hair one last time and hope to say,
I love you. Thank you for loving me. Until we meet again.
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