a golden sun
sets
without you,
as it rose
the days before
you were born.
and when I leave,
it still
goes on.
again and again.
don't try
to understand
what any of it
means. feel
the warmth
while you're here,
as I felt
yours, when you
were here
too.
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This is very nice, Steve, a lovely elegy.
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