It was here, in our grasp
We
could see it, feel it, touch it
Something
steadfast and solid
Reassuring
and comforting
A
constant, a given
Something
infinite and immeasurable
We
had it all in our hands
A
living breathing thing
That
we gave life
Our
own creation, our new entity
But
we let it escape from our grasp
Slowly
slipping through our fingers
Though
we tried to recapture it
It
was illusive, like trying to net smoke
It
evaded our efforts
So
now it's gone and nothing remains,
Of
that entity that was us
Nothing
tangible, nothing physical
Only
memories remain
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