the song of a dust mote

you don’t live in here anymore
a sad shadow
born of your smiles
lingers

an echo of your voice
stays in my ears

in me
in me you are there
in your presence, nothing’s there
yet it all still is

in your smiles my village is
my lanes, my home
each and every smile
a sweet knock on my insolent self

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