Where a part of your soul has lost a limb
an awkward and hallow gait
a phantom of fulfillment
haunts the memory of
journeys once shared.
such limbs can not be replaced
only buried under new joys
if luck prevails
Today I held a tear
as remembrance surfaced
of shared mirth
I held the wound
my pieta
and thought of you.
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