Like a word on the tip of my tongue
Or a memory so close to remembered
Breath through my lips
And fog through the branches
Slipping past without a word
Inconsiderate, I'm inconsolable
Sometimes death comes before life
Like smoke before a flame
You're gone now
Before I met you
Before I loved you
But oh, how I loved you
Desperate thoughts
Of a desperate woman
Clinging to things unknown
The fear of the chill
In your all consuming absence
Is all that I understand
For what has happened
Never happened
And who you are
Never existed
So I'll close my eyes
So quietly
So softly
And hope to see you again
Beautiful!
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