A known journalist reminisces on the death of her husband, a gov security officer, in the air crash of 2010, in this poem:
"Time erases traces
the color of eyes, the touch of hands, the smell of skin
breathing in sleep, quiet, calm
distant
Shirts folded in a chest
air from the lungs in an inflatable toy
fading letters in the margins
Holy
Last message, a hint of a smile
a look met in the eyes of the son
a gesture repeated, although impossible
like a bridge
Over time
over life
over a stone.
"Time erases traces
the color of eyes, the touch of hands, the smell of skin
breathing in sleep, quiet, calm
distant
Shirts folded in a chest
air from the lungs in an inflatable toy
fading letters in the margins
Holy
Last message, a hint of a smile
a look met in the eyes of the son
a gesture repeated, although impossible
like a bridge
Over time
over life
over a stone.
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