the joy
of knowing you
as and when
you did appear,
along the path
which the normal me
would have
rarely taken,
and in the completeness
of that rare combination
of where
you could
balance me often
with your own strength,
and as often
with your vulnerability,
that memory
remains a joy
beyond compare
even in
these present
silent
alone
moments,
where the company
is not only missed
for the support
it gave,
but as much
if not more,
for the sheer pleasure
of your very own
presence.
© vidursahdev 2022
A very touching poem, Vidur! 3
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Thank you, Cheryl! 🙂
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