I wanted to hold your gaze
for whatever time remained,
immerse myself in the spark
of you, aware in your eyes

I shall never know what was
behind or is now before them

The memory of your voice is a tone of joy,
a persistent peal to pull me back
to a misted place that stands 
for all of our times together

Essence is a glimpse to serve,
to remember, a fragile spark
atop the wire

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