I explain my day to you as you sit silent.
I speak softly into the quiet.
You sit stone-faced as I tell you the good news.
I tell you that I will be joining you soon.
You told me once that I had to be brave.
And that I will do, as I will soon join you in your grave.
~A.T

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Sad Poems
PoetryA collection of poems that may pain you to read, possibly as much as they pained me to write