Zywa
In my blood, through my heart
Your life still rustles
in me, in my mind
you think along with my questions
I hear remarks you once made
Your life still rustles
in me, in my feelings
you move along with my blood
I feel you flow through my heart
Your life still rustles
at home, as if you were present
the warmth of your body
somewhere tangibly close
Sometimes your voice is there again
in the movies that make me feel
what it was like, but much further away
than when we watched them together
Your life still rustles
in the scents of the woods
taking me by surprise in the seasons
familiar in unexpected places
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