Memory and mind erase the impact of time, dragging us backward.
We never know what will send us to the place history rubs upon us.
Distance dulls the initial feeling, blunted.
Those not ours, not close, feel more abstract than essential.
How can we hold onto strangers, then? Those so far?
We understood the sadness, it brought our fears home.
Are the ones who claim us able to fight if we can't?
Will it bring our family more grief than relief to lose us?
How will our nations (and community) respond?
Are we so forgettable?
We pause as the world changes each day. And we fight when we can.
We remember you as we'd want to be remembered, as humans deserve to be.
Even past time and separated by distance and beyond our fears because you are never forgettable. You were ours, too.
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