Initio
From the beginning, time unwinds,
a thread once whole, now split in twines.
I dream awake—my mind—
a world half-formed, yet still—
No grave can hold the things we share,
nor silence steal what abides there.
Yet it leaves no sign,
Initio—grief—endless—
I walk where voices do not fade,
where light and shadow twist and trade.
—still, you stay,
between the dusk,
Your laughter lingers, soft yet thin—
a ghostly song beneath my skin.
beyond the day—
I have a dead friend.
In silent rooms, your voice is near,
though absence carves a hollow here.
your phantom hand—
your fingers warm,
From the beginning, loss was sown,
yet love remains, though flesh has flown.
and there you stand—
I dream awake.
WoPoLi 
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