it lingers
what has past
between our lives
will remain
worn stone statues
in a garden of loss
catching a glimpse
off in the shadow
of a forgotten tree
inhaling the scent
that has evolved
over time on clothes
left purposely still
in the back of a closet
awaking to waves
singing the eternal
lullaby to ashes of
souls set free
and their wings
found in the pulse
in this loop
that caged them well
in this chest
that holds the heart
in this skin
that lingers here
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