My lungs expand.
I breathe him in and out.
Commingled but constant.
Indistinguishable though definite.
His presence within and without.
An atom here. A molecule there.
Though years pass quickly his essence remains.
Circulating through me, and mixing with my own.
And in that sanguine commiseration, whom does he meet?
The child I never knew?
Sons of my sons, yet unborn?
For they too are with me.
They too are within me.
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