This heart it soars when you are present, and is sore when you are not. The remnants of your presence surround this existence. Memory of your voice as it sings; songs of black birds and women artists loved and revered. Stars fondly recalled their stories growth, reverence and the beautiful. We stare share the lawn of leaves from heights and discovery. Shared place, blankets warm of conversation of friends, potato salad, strawberry pie.
And coffee.
Never emptied, held warm and close. Strength in its brackish, mine clear yours sweetened with cream and cane. Remnants left of memory we share. Tears and heart, your aura I feel.
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