You hover,
a nameless face in
the corner of the room.
A faceless shadow
in each family picture;
the whoosh of a stirring breeze
through the silent room -
the prickly sensation
down the back of my spine.
I sense you with us,
and yet not with us;
the pain that never quite leaves.
You hover.
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