Does she remember me
As a feather in the wind
During her passing of life
The story of me untold?
"Is she thinking of me"
The question I've posed to self
A thousand times over
Never to get an answer, but to breathe
Did she know that I loved her
More than I have ever, more than ever
Making me forget people and places
As my mind and heart felt only her?
Is this going to end
My fears, my loss and my grief
Seemingly endless and creating strife
For every second since months?
Is she reminded of me
When my tears fall, when my prayers echo
When my despair reaches for us in the past
To contain me, to hold me and to just, let me be?
Gracias,
Banker
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