leaves us,
it causes great pain,
and it also,
leaves parts of it behind;
perhaps a new knowledge,
of oneself,
a special warmth,
in that corner of our heart,
that belongs only to,
that love forevermore;
maybe growth in spirit,
a gentle truth,
that was once shared
is special and
always will be,
for the etching
is always
upon our hearts,
and the memories of love,
live forever...
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