Soft summer rain, a chorus of promiseHumming a low anthem of change.
Tombstones draw shadows across the morning horizon -
The phantom of your shadow dances before my eyes.
Is it a dream? Holding you here.
Every breath, your scent and your warmth - no memory can suffice.
You, my moon - gone with the morning.
To await longer weeks ahead -
I hold on to you here and love you.
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