fingers
swollen
from
typing responses
as the
reunion draws near,
everyone
needs an answer
yet
while I respond
their
replies are vacant
not
reading my own
while
I'm trying to resurrect
lives of
the past,
whiling
a way that thought
but
doesn't every life
need to
be validated
to
declare their existence
whether
they lay
in earth
succumbing to
becoming
compost
or their
ashes tossed
to the
winds,
no
matter,
their souls survive
as long as we remember...
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