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Little Bear Mar 2016
absent
absent from their beautiful eyes
eyes that are the same as yours

missing**
missing the joy of their laughter
the laughter you are too far to hear

blind
blind to the love they give in absolute abundance
and their love for you still waits

silent
silent is the hope that you still love them
and is the only answer you give

love
love is what they have
even knowing you may never
love them back

I need and love them
as if they were my last breath.

Without them..
I wonder how you are still alive?
Even with the door wedged open some will miss out on the wonderful beings they created.

— The End —