Missing Max
Your silhouette softens
Your scent weakens
Yet I still ache in your shadow
I ponder quiet moments
If it could be possible
That you may still be around
I know it's not probable
In truth filled reality
But I cannot bear to not hope
Your trinkets lay dormant
As permanent knife wounds
Sometimes I'm unable to cope
Washing up I heard whispers
Of you calling (kazy)
Bubbles so beautiful
Observe
Colourfilled
Therapy
Float.......
(My darling sister ... miss you most xxxx)
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