Mine

The apple fell far from the tree, so I’ve witnessed.
A seed once mine of the beginning of its time.
The visual image of your essence across the ocean in my heart.
I deeply drowned in my sin.
Forgive me preciousness, your protector, forgive me.
For I have sin, for I have lost.
11 weeks and 3 days of your survival.
I embrace your company.
Bathing, feeding, and tucking you in under the moonlight as I whisper sweet harmonies into your spirit.
I will forever love you.
Mine.

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