Memories

 

The salt burns my cheeks,

The drying of tears.

Memories of those I once knew

The times spent together, the friendship we shared.

 

Now gone but present

Vanished, but real.

This paradox, even though separate and alone,

We are one with all we have known.

 

 

 

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