Thinking of Myshelle

A dozen intervening years yawn between us together and us apart
Still I feel your absence keenly
Caught on the edges of memories
Distorted by years of silence
“Time heals all wounds” is an empty platitude to the grieving ones
But perhaps in time, wounds become scars
I live with scars, but I live
And I wish you were here.Me & my sister, a long time ago

 

 

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