he existed more in words & echoes
though i'd held his hand
and walked beside his solid steps.
once i'd known his breath with mine -
i saw only those composed impressions
tangled by two minds.
he became more part of me
than any scar incurred by time.
he became my first thought
& my utter last.
he became a thing
i cannot cut away -
a part of me as much my own
as if his hands were mine.
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