Holding on,
what do we know,
of someone who's gone.
They've passed on,
left our world,
carried over the threshhold
half understood
Wedding bells,
children's smiles,
all the while
never knowing.
Being alone,
making a home,
one day gone,
a mere memory.
Wish that I could be forever,
never sad, longing, careless
This existence that we call life.
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