Glass

Our words will stumble from my memory,

and I will not feel any emptiness

When the sun's light sees her own reflection

In me. 

And then I will miss you no more

 

I will walk with quiet footsteps;

I will wait while the outline of

My thoughts are pressed into the sand

And then I will miss you no more

 

The waves will greet the shore, then run-

Run, and return, relieving a wreckless

Coastline

And then I will miss you no more

  

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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