One Single Impression: Junction

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This one is a bit longer than I'd usually do. Guess I had a lot to say.

Junction (For Suzanne)
You crossed my path somehow
and his, and hers, and hers too.
And those over there. And those.
By ones and twos and threes, we came to know you.
So many of us, all wondering, all admiring, all adoring.

And we collected in small tribes.
Those paths crossed too.
Where this one knew that one, and that one knew you.
We all knew you.
Or thought we did.
We wanted to, who wouldn't?
We wanted to be illuminated by the bright smile we knew so well,
Loved so well.

And we came to your home
in ones, and twos, and threes
We came to laugh, to share.
We came to love and be loved.
We came to be astounded.
And we were. Every time, we were.

And then, by ones, and twos, and threes
we came and you weren't there.
And the void, the vaccuum left behind was filled
by ones
and twos
and threes.

By pictures with no frames.
By words, by the hundreds, by the thousands.
By songs with no singers.
And more words.
Left by those searching desperately for the right words.

Yes, you left us here.
But first, you brought us together.
Here in this place, where it's possible to cross all boundaries.
This place where you left us has no walls,
no doors,
no time.
You brought us to this junction where we still come.
Even now, today, to leave more words on your altar.
Still seeking the right ones.
Still seeking to fill the chasm with them.

Yes, you left us here.
But you left us here together.
And for that we are better.
For that, we love you still.

Rest well, my friend.

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