Not in this life

I held you in the palm of my hand,
Blood of my blood, piece of my other half.
I did not know your name, nor hear your voice
And could only imagine what might have been
You are lost to me now and I can only grieve
Wondering if I should blame myself or
give thanks instead for providence
But you are gone
And all I have is an empty space that waits
for you to come again.

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