Etched deep in my heart was a wound I hid,
Her presence, just embers, but burning in the sky.
Everything near her felt safe, warm, like a happy kid,
But I never knew she'd someday whisper goodbye.
Tainted memories stuck on replay,
A familiar tranquil of her voice calling,
She's out there, somewhere, at her favourite bay,
But the day she never came left me falling.
I held my heart together for her,
Still breathing, with no reason left to live,
My vision slowly started to blur,
Grieve took me in as I wore her treasured sleeve.
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