Tuesday, April 6, 2010

4/6

A friend says he is done mourning you and on a level I can not reach
I do understand. He chooses to remember you with love and fondness.
Chooses now to go on.

Reminding me of all I will never have with you.
That others, too, will go on, leaving you, leaving you, how, leaving you
And I alone.

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