the breathe of yesterday

There isn’t a clear memory of you

You just were.

You were there, looped in life

intertwined in stories.

I knew there would be a day when that no longer would be the case.

You are just a whisper of a past life

a smile of something that once was

just a breathe of yesterday. 

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