There is a stranger in my house
He wears your face
Speaks with your voice
And smiles with your eyes
But you did not come home
You lie buried in distant sands.
They sent me a box
with memories and regrets
Wet with tears
And you are traveling in the twilight
Gathering the pieces of long-lost treasures
Until you find peace.
–Els W 12/24/2023
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