At the break of dawn,
your whispers drift toward me
like gentle waves lapping at my feet
as I look out into the horizon.
I sense the loneliness surrounding you.
Holding you too close in the darkest shadows of your existence,
you wonder if you are known —
whether your face is one of the nameless,
if your presence actually matters.
Turn your thoughts away from this misery.
Nobody truly lives only in one person’s mind.
You are the sky,
the air that draws itself around me.
You are long gone from this physical space,
but your name lingers on my lips.
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