Still and silent
soft and clear,
time lends
a moment,
a tiny crevace.
The heart's
pulse
to process
and see...
A face--
gone,
missing,
taken away.
The mind's eye
waited.
But opportunity
lost.
Chance allowed none of it.
That creamy face,
the infectious laugh
all gone.
Opportunity vanquished;
lesson learned.
Seeing and longing,
in stillness,
living
in appreciation
for what once
was,
and what can
no longer
be.
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