Grand

It’s not the passing that I’m worried about

it’s the acknowledgement of losing a piece of the soul

a piece that can never be replaced

a shadow

a face

hands reaching out for-

for me?

I was never there

they can’t be for me

but it’s the passing

it’s the acknowledgement of an end that’s killing me

but as I said

like a record stuck on repeat

everything must end

every life must end

I just wish it wasn’t hers.

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