Why was it that as my life grew happier, fuller, fulfilled and answered for
That I thought to question about you
Inquiries of a random passing by conversation
Of no relation to my bountiful inundation
Made me want to swim back to the surface
A breath of fresh air that once seemed worthless
Became a wind that could carry your words
So few and so precious
As ash that was once flesh is
©️ The Sad Owl
The Sad Owl
I'm just here. Until I'm not.
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