this wind on our cheeks, the scent of lilies
mingles; we’ve come to visit
remember what was and might have been;
our love of heaven
expressed in simple ways
to hear her voice clothed again
with skin, the same as ours when
we all had things to say
that mattered (and didn’t_)
when we laughed
at ease
when death wasn’t scary
or real
was there such a time—when we laughed, mingled
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