Who
comes
to you
in the night?
The living
or the dead?
Who holds you close?
These reports
can’t hold
the lives
of those we’ve lost.
Not like a broken heart.
So many loves,
gone too soon.
In the day,
we carry on.
But in the night,
caught between dreams
and the longing.
They draw near,
again.
Real
and alive
enough
to touch the pain.
We remember.
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