Gone
She's gone.
Nostalgia comforts as I'm consumed
by my thoughts
By her lingering aroma
Sage, sassafras, and cinnamon drifting
in the wind
As I sit by our favorite willow tree
Calling her name in vain
I feel her embrace as I dance in the rain
With her grace
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