In a passing breath,

you were there.

And, when I next inhaled,

you were gone.

We were strangers,

then we were old friends,

and then you went,

and you became a ghost.

I am left here,

my mind full of wonder,

what would have happened

if I had just held on just a bit more?

Image courtesy of Brianna Santellan

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