I hear echoes
Of a once happy voice As bluebirds Flap their wings Carrying a tune to Tomorrow And trees groan, twist As they stretch Towards dreams - Dust particles - you and I created While climbing hills drenched in pine needles In heavy remnants Stone-thick flashbacks Of old trails Entwined definitions Of "family" And how it meant everything But in your absence Means almost Nothing... I am left to wonder If the past was even real Or was it an echo On a hike through the woods
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