Elizabeth

Elizabeth your smile
moved our mornings
to a space we could not reach
yet longed to touch;
we leaned much closer
to your full and throaty laugh,
wrapping like a hug,
no arms in half-embrace,
its sudden charm no stranger.
Memory is faint memorial
(something more remains);
the empty place
you always chose to sit
may yet be filled though
never taken by another.
I loved your way and did not say,
and cannot give in kind
any portion of your living;
but take these words that
shape my mornings now
without your smile Elizabeth.

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