Owen is not next to me anymore,
whispering assurances in my ear,
it's quiet, he has left now.
the shrine is populated, only for me,
his small fingers do not place a new
treasure with mine.
I left today, forgetting to cover our
treasures with the big leaf, like I usually do,
realizing later that I could no longer
hold his spirit here with me, it
is dispersed into the wind.
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