Some years later, I wrote Phantoms ~ a short poem ~ as a homage to Sylvaine and our shared past:
In part, we are,
In part, we always were
Phantoms from another time.
Time travellers. Ghosts.
Fading in. Now fading out.
Like spectral curls of mist
From time past to time present.
And back to whence we came.
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