what remained of me


What Remained of Me
Robert M. Drake

I am convinced
that all of us live
without knowing
who we are,
and it is only
in the end
of something we love
where we seem to find
a little more of ourselves.

You were the hidden
to all the things
I will never know.

You were
what remained of me,
and it is all funny,
too funny
how you are not here,
but I can feel myself
getting closer to you

more than ever,

more than before.

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