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Oct 2012
You miss the loved ones
but its the little things that are absent.

The one strand of their hair left on a winters coat
and eyelash lingering on a cheek.

A hidden  note
remembered after a struggling week.

Trying to find a heart's antidote
attempting not to feel so bleak.

But you  realize that it takes one breath in your lungs
to make you see that you are not a fragment.
Written by
Danielle Bourbeau
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