Kim
I think of you...
Often.
And although I've racked my brain a thousand times;
I still can't figure out why you're not here.
In all-to-fleeting moments, I hear your voice,
Or see your smile,
And then you are gone;
Winked out like a light in the night.
Your memory plays within my mind,
As elusive as a zephyr,
But, here, we have run out of time.
Your captivating presence;
So golden and warm,
Is gone,
And nothing is left but darkness.
Your death leaves a void and the scars linger still.
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