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Pest
I saw a stranger I knew very well today.
What a strange phenomenon to call them a stranger.
Countless hours spent locked in their embrace,
Trapped by the warmth, the tenderness, the familiarity, -
his air
His air is still here.
It’s in the gust of wind that blows the leaves off of trees,
It’s in the gale that pushes winter’s first snow onto rooftops,
It’s in the rush of air carrying pollen from flower to flower, -
forever
It’s been 6 years.
6 years since you touched this Earth,
Walking barefoot through the grass, soaking in every last step.
6 years since you last laughed,
A laugh that reached into the depths of my soul.