A blue sky decorated
With a frosting of cloud —
And you are not here.
The candles of the sun
93 million miles away
Warms my skin —
And you do not sit beside me.
The rivers of wind
Give voice to the trees —
And you speak only in
The stillness between breaths.
There will be no celebration today,
No cake with 50 candles,
No songs to be sung,
No sweetness of laughter on the tongue —
Only the morsels of memory
Remain to sustain us.
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