Brianna Keeper, acrylic on canvas,

Remembering, and Forgetting

I cough 
when I inhale you.

A tingle 
in my throat,
my chest.

Your smoky figure,
forming its own halo
in the half-light,

You will dissipate. 
As will I. 
But I will contemplate your existence. 
Will you mine?

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