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I see you, my aunt
  I see you, but you do not exist
  I hear you, but your voice fades
  Into silence.
  I see you, my aunt
  I hear your stories
  I see your life.
  I see that day
  the day
  you discovered
  how to say
  goodbye.
  That day
  when your life ended
  before it began.
  I hear the voice
  that I never knew
  that I never will know
  but somehow I do.
  And I can’t stop feeling
  a hole from the absence
  of you
  A person
  I never knew?
  I know
  you live on inside them,
  and inside me.
  I see you, my aunt.
  I see

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My Aunt Rhonda died before I was born, and I've always felt connected to her despite that. I wrote this about her, and about the way I feel about her, her life, and her passing.