It is so surreal that you do not exist anymore,
all that is left of you, of your humanity, is in the memories of others
in the impressions you left on other people, other lives
in the DNA that flows through the bodies of your children.
But you – your laughter, your smile, your bear hugs,
I’ll never see them again, never feel your lively energy
never be enthralled by one of your stories.
I am writing to a person that only exists now in memory
writing to a person who simply is no more
will never read these words, will never respond,
will never make me smile or laugh again.
You don’t exist anymore, how is that possible?
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