Each year now
It sneaks up on me
Through the fabric
of reality
it comes close, so close,
that if I could only reach out
and lift the thin veil of time
there you would be
tall and slim and boyish
grinning and excited.
I may never know
what happened
and where you decided to go
but each year
I treasure this day
when you're right here, facing me
behind that thin veil of time
and I know we are both loved.
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