as I stand here at my sink
I feel you
standing here
where you once stood
the water trickles down
onto my hands
as you did
I hear its rush
I turn it down
as you did
so precisely
it's soft in sound
delicate to touch
I feel your presence
standing in time
so still
looking back
leaning for
when I was behind you
scampering about
in my bare feet
hurried
your spirit
unmoved
bringing peace
I'm basking
in your stillness
even now
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