She forces herself to pretend he does not exist
Though still sharing his breath through morning mists
And each time the blissful sun quietly counts its coins
She hears his eyes fixed lovingly on her dreams.....
When life is this obscene
When death is endless protest to your absence
When everything on the road changes true
When every fall colour becomes the void in you
I will finally remember your name.
March
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