You Are All of Me

I didn't know what it meant to be me

anymore.

On the floor,

there's a receptacle resembling me. 

 

But you being here, being with me,

being the hope and the light,

and you knew who I was.

You gave me all the breath in your lungs

and the power to choose.

 

You extended your hand 

gently.

Like it's supposed to be, 

you didn't bury your head in the sand.

 

I wish you didn't have to go

but everything does.

Everlasting only exists in

efervescent dreams

you gave to me.

 

And whether you're gone

whether you're near,

I'll hold you forever dear,

So your influence will go on.

This poem is about: 
My family

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