For Bill, Wherever You May Be
We met once, but, you’ll forgive me
I have no recollection,
no matter how I try to see your face
all I have are photographs, service records,
And lingering questions.
Now almost triple the years you lived
on a quest too long in getting started
I trace paths nearing obliteration.
Your influence strong in its absence,
empty spaces have their own weight.
Trauma passes on to new generations,
genetic strands woven into those who never knew you
but carry you with them just the same.
©2023 Noreen Braman
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