sometimes
I touch the things
you used to touch
hoping for
a connection –
an echo of you;
your fingerprint
marked in time
and me,
lost in its swirl

-Becket Berning

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  A. Olivia Nelson April 27, 2020

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  This is truly beautiful. Such a short poem that holds a life-long sentiment. I, too, hold things he touched hoping that the life his fingerprints left touches my soul. Thank you for sharing, and I am sorry you have to know what this deep loss feels like.

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