in the silence of the day
breathe your same air
and let the moment last
as long as it may
i am here for you
to listen to your stories
turn them into memories
like a plough turning the earth
i am giving
not my voice
but my presence
...writing doesn't make it real...
...it just makes it impossible to forget...
...there are hundreds of words i wish i hadn't written...
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