We exist in the world
Of the living;
Living with the ghost of absence —
All the many losses;
We carry them in our breath,
In our bones,
In our eternity of memories
Passed down through generations,
After generation,
After generation —
Losing ourselves
But gaining many losses,
Becoming ghosts of absence —
Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 4:46 PM UTC
We exist in the world
Of the living;
Living with the ghost of absence —
All the many losses;
We carry them in our breath,
In our bones,
In our eternity of memories
Passed down through generations,
After generation,
After generation —
Losing ourselves
But gaining many losses,
Becoming ghosts of absence —
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