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It is mine to hold, but the space between my arms is the most empty place
ashes that shake and scratch at their walls
momentary comfort before the wellspring of tears begin
and the cascade of waters from my heart through my eyes fall.

This space is yours and yours alone
inside the walls of my childhood home
A place to be still, a place where I’m known
where memories spring and I am home

Your face on the wall, your name on that space
your place in my heart, I cannot erase
You are mine to hold, yet I can’t reach out
I’ll take what I have, it’s all I can get.
It is mine to hold, but the space between my arms is the most empty place
ashes that shake and scratch at their walls
momentary comfort before the wellspring of tears begin
and the cascade of waters from my heart through my eyes fall.

I am here
you are gone
I have no words
only these tears.

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