I could hope the best essence of each carries into a new continuation.
I just do not know.
What I do know is that you did love me,
I am so aware, with a love full for me and rare.
Did you love me more than I you?
Perhaps, beyond, my own love for you bore me in peace & fullness.
Mine not enough to help save you. My love alone could not keep you.
I know my failing, my dear, was a dire failing.
In silence must that be carried.
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