She Is Not Dead
I have old photographs
of her that I have saved
and will keep forever.
But there are few of the personal things
I can remember.
The sound of her voice,
her laugh,
the smell of her
and the thrill of her whispering in my ear.
But she is not dead.
Except to me.
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