A severed limb
She is just that
Torn away from me
Doctors could not
Give her back
And here lies
This gaping hole
Hollow and dry
A reminder of her
And where she is
Stuck in winter
Where all things
Disappear into
The blinding white
Mess of snow
And never return
She is there,
Somewhere
Waiting for me
To be buried
With or without her
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