Sense Sonnet - Acher

 I Was and Still Am

Each of you miss me your own way,

As memory in each your mind.

Though I am gone, I still do stay.

Neither of you leave me behind.

Whoever would come after me,

Would somehow, sometime need compete

For your love with a memory

Of someone they would never meet.

Inside of you both, I still dwell,

Make you seem to others outside,

That neither of you still does well,

That as just an infant I died.

I am the one you both once had,

When you first became Mom and Dad.