The empty spaces
Gaps that life fills
Another second more
Sand falls upon
Scrapes of before
A thing forgotten,
Broken or misplaced
Like cracks between
The sidewalk lines
A weed endured
Rain melted pain
Of early passings
Those soulful places
Echoing laughter’s tears
Your children’s songs
Already gone and tousled
The dream before
To look upon your hands
Cupped, outstretched
Slipping that which
Not anymore
Is solid enough
To carry,
Quietly fades.
maysa-maria kristina gadelha peterson
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