Still Here

I only hear you
when I’m sleeping.

A whisper.
A laugh.
The light of a smile,
between dreaming consciousness.

That is where you exist,
in my heart,
and in an oak box
under a stone
that labels you to rest.

Yet here you are,
calming my ever-critical mind,
chanting me into serenity.

Grasping yet letting go,
whispering farewell.

Kim Sealock
1/4/19

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