I want to drink you down,
Just like that bottle of lavender syrup
The one you gifted me
-Purple & sweet-
Just like you
Used to be / still are
Somewhere underneath that lid of yours
-Sealed tight-
To keep your contents
From spilling to the earth below.
Or maybe…
I can learn to simply hold you close
To feel the vapor warm my cheeks
Like I do with the mug that carries on it
My sign, my fate,
The one you gifted me
-Frequently misplaced-
Yet always around when the time is right,
Just like you
Used to be / still are.
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
This is a great take on loss, and yes, the memories are always there to keep us warm. Well written.
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Thank you. I have learned to be happy with what I have. Life is filled with loss, and if we can learn to love what we have without always thinking of what we do do, we are not always wanting.
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Very true.
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