~ It hears me miss ~
Nostalgia, the pang.
I was lost within it.
Your voice, it sang.
Laughter. Oh hours of it.
Tis healthy I say
Every so oft to hear it.
Those many hours of verbal play
Twist not a tear to share it.
They were. They happened.
I dare once again say it.
It's soft. Yet sharpened.
That timed blade sheathed in it.
My thoughts once again are you.
Don't read too much into it.
The only way you ever knew
is if you came here... and read it.
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