When you died ,
I lost someone to complain to
My woes and trials,
Just the mundane trivial matters
that bother me.
Then when you died again,
I missed talking
Which I might forget how to, soon
You died at the end.
I did not empty all of my heart
of it's love
Death transformed you
I was left to realize
Nothing had changed
There was no perfection in that
What we had
It was flawed and undesirable
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