We must not allow our lives to disappear,

so much is the world of survival,

the notion to suggest a memory,

we do believe in the beauty of our lives known.

We cannot ever let their marks, their moments,

their eyes, postures, the way she smiled, and just how

he would chuckle in the middle of the conversation,

we have all of these people, we knew them all,

and each of us has spoken to one another again,

always with the same intent whether it be good,

or quiet appraisal, we have all been in circles of

similarity, can you not see that now even if for the

moment, just now, remembering still brings pain.

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Yet from shadows of pain might we rise to fly free.