I think of those I knew who’ve passed
And
what they’ve left behind,
Impressions
that remain engraved
In
caverns of my mind.
Perhaps
just an expression
Or
some laughter we once shared
Or
a reaching-out connection
Where
our truest selves were bared.
I
conjure up some habits
That
endeared or else annoyed
Which,
for reasons I don’t know,
Have
yet to vanish in the void.
We
write our wills, bequeathing
What
we treasure to our kin,
But
the best of us we leave behind
Is
what resides within.
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