Her smile
spreading into the sad air;
her laughter
a ripple in still waters;
her words
an assurance in chaos;
her touch
bringing life to a heart
that had turned rock.
A sad, soft and beautiful touch.
A succulent transparency in her whisper
bringing light into sorrow-swept eyes;
repairing a leaking heart,--
a check dam on the stream of pain.
Her soft but alert presence
filling the unfillable restless void.
Washed with her memory
here I stand
happy and sad
with all that is
good and bad.
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