you my dead wife
in ashes under the tree
you taught me to be free
long before you left
through this gate where
you needed to go.
you, i cannot miss you
where you are now.
now i miss another one,
so near and so far,
though i remember you
near the border to infinity.
i am so transient,
a fragile structure in flow.
life can be a present,
i smile, it comes a surprise .
you whom i miss,
i miss you now
as if all my life
would be poor
without missing you,
let us share the rivers
of sadness and joy,
i will be there.
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