All those things I wish I could have heard her say,
A longing for those hours of
Listening to her paint the air between us and around us,
Above us and within us,
Consuming us
With stories of old, dreams of new and the joys and sorrows of the current.
All those things she held close to her heart,
As if life were a high stakes poker game,
Or as if it were too precious or perhaps, unimportant, to share.
But now,
The Journey’s been taken, hearts were broken, words will forever remain unspoken…
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