Blue lays over and touches black.
Color becomes more brilliant
shining out of the darkness.
Ten thousand conversations -
all the things I would have said
in these short years passed.
Mantric chants, effigies and prayers
calling out to you - naming you.
I wear you like an omen.
Hanging on every word you never said
I breathe in every last breath.
I feel you near me - even now.
We don't talk about heaven much anymore
since you've been gone, the lines drawn
have worn away with time.
All the dreams and frustrations shared,
almost as natural as each new day,
with you and the thin air - keeping the dead.
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