Rough

I said goodbye

then watched you leave.

You left me gifts

you will never see.

I was lucky.

I got to say all the things,

I don’t feel the ache of the unsaid.

You left me with a handful of words,

inspiring mouthfuls of my own.

Your story ended

as the refreshing of the world began.

It feels as though

my own story

has begun

anew.

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