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two months ago,
he was still in my chest,
in my room,
on my mind,
wherever i went
he followed,
a spirit walking beside me
that not even his mother

could feel these days.

as she weeped,
"oh god, i can't feel him around here anymore."

i was grateful that he chose me
but the flowers,
our garden,
built from nurturing hands
i do not have
was starting to die.