To Rachel

I’m writing about you
and

what a joy it is –

to see you rise from the pages
and float
into the room – every letter
resembling the warmth of your breath;

through a curtain of tears I draw
your face with sentences – with words
I gently stroke across your gentle forehead
and rosy cheeks;
all in this moment –

everything is intangible yet I feel your presence

I see your smile
I see your laugh
I see –

you’re here again, for some time
at least;

Before everything inevitably fades
with the last sentence and the last word

just like you drew your last breath
and disappeared
from the world

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