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What Remains


 

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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