I have been erased from the stories
of the great love we lived,
but my shadow remembers…
It remembers our story,
It remembers the love that I gifted you,
It remembers the awaking touch of your fingertips
tracing lines on the contours of my skin,
the way your thumbs paint strokes of light
around my face,
like a vibrant Aquarela coming to life.
My shadow remembers you,
It remembers the peace and safety
the child in me finds in your embrace…
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