places I was loved ~

tornadoday

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is a part of me
forsaken
when my name
no longer sounds –
when photographs
are scattered
to the wind

when dates
are worn to nothing –
but a mark upon the stone
when the burden
of remembrance –
fails to mend

will there be the one
who wonders still
to places I was loved –
to find my words
a whisper saved

will there I love
again

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