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In the swaying of the days,
in the whisper of the wind,
your absence slips away
with a silent lament.
I can't speak of goodbyes
nor of tears that roll,
In my verses I keep
the echo of your being,
faithful testimony
of what once was yesterday.
Your departure marked
with scars on my skin
but you also sowed
memories in my being.
You departed like a ship
in deep waters,
leaving indelible
indelible in these waves.
In every verse, in every rhyme
that I now dedicate
rests the essence of your unique being.
Between letters and sighs
you linger in my being,
the essence of a love
that cannot perish.