i wrote to you again the other day
missing you like water after a fast
you were larger than life i find time and again
feeling lost in the mundane daily grind
unable to see humor in my inability to last
it is not a special day for you
no anniversary has thus been assigned
no prompts delivered my way
i am in no need for one
for you haven’t made it to my memory box
and you never can or will
as only the forgotten are housed in mine
~ Candayıma, to my late uncle (September 28, 2015)
beautiful . . .
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Thank you, dear Bill.
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