Grief

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I miss my best friend-

The one who I laughed with for hours on end.

And as daylight begins to fade,

I let down my careful charade.

My eyes pour out tears,

And my mouth my fears.

There is no response-

Though there was, once.

Your tombstone seems to glare

Fiercer than the chilly air.

Forgive me, my friend,

For I feel my life coming to an end.

Grief has destroyed me-

Yet no one has been able to see.

One more tear is shed,

As I realize I too am dead.

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