You were always here,
like background noise...
a thread that ran through my life
almost as long as I have memory.
While some friends
fall by the
wayside
—you never fell.
I thought you’d stay forever.
I reach through the airwaves
to feel you, and all is silent
where you once stood.
I will miss your laughter
most of
all...
© Ginny Brannan 2018
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