I find myself looking for you,
trying to recognize your face.
I wonder if you're still here,
if you remember now.
I want to remember you,
to know you again.
To look into your eyes
and see more than the vast blankness.
To hear you shuffle down the hall,
or to have you tuck my hair behind my ears
just
once
more.
I'm sorry I wasn't there
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