Distance

Those memories of you  

Like the sunshine

Mudpies in the sand and making saltine delicacies  

I remember the junkyard and fears and us making up games to “save us”

Mama, You, Me

One two three shadows, and the fourth a quieted alert to keep the unknowns in view  

Now these are all that are left of us  

What we were  

Not Three, Not Two, Just one left to count  

No one replaces the space it just helps us grow closer to the other side

The distance between the living grows with every loss  

I see that now

We will meet again.