for a short time
her presence was prime
becoming a resident
in my heart a sediment
a residue in my liquid

not a silt to be cleaned
nor a carrier to be quarantined
not a trash to be thrown
nor a debris that I’ve known
the future queen to the throne

her absence made the heart
a little fonder  and not apart
sweeter than the bee’s honey
valuable as the scent of money
as lovely as the morning dove


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