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Part of my DNA dissipated

as you transitioned forward

I stretch to you requesting

you to help me mourn you.

What am I supposed to do?

My anguish of your slipping

into the outer realm of space

always trails me like mosquitos.

I am nestled within your arms

In my dreams at night, feeling

So real and yet so distant subtly.

Help me grieve you, I’m lost….

–by Maria Mocha © 2024