The realization strikes
at the onset of your departure.
Never knowing fully
or even beginning to understand
How much I really needed you.
In the deepest aspects of who I am
I search for glimpses of your memory
I hold the evanescence fragments.
for just a moment
the illusion of your presence.
Oh, how I miss the days
when we were one.
Through youth and war
you were my companion.
In abstract, I knew I couldn't live without you.
In action, I lived like I despised you.
And in your absence I am a phantom.
Forget me not against the current of time
As I fan an ember of your hope
believing that somehow you will return
And the burn and sorrow of your loss
Will be quelled in the ocean
of your freedom.
by William Segura
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