Poem #277

It still amazes me how you used your colors
to paint my life with your everlasting presence.
And now, my hands have a hard time reaching out
to anyone because they still wait for your guidance
And now, I look at the world with eyes that aren’t mine.
There is something so yours inside of them.

 

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