Sorrow following every step as I try to outrun the tears that are always chasing me down yesterday's pathways.
Taking mysterious side roads, trying to interrupt signals grief insists on sending my way.
Lifelong melodies standing on their own, sometimes comforting me with tear-stained pillows, as I sleep into the future no longer able to move from my bed.
Lingering lightly, awaiting my angel, hoping to let go and follow her to heaven's gardens, where I may at last be buried peacefully alone.
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