Four Months and One Year

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You have been out of my reach for too

long,

dancing, slipping out of my grasp.

Seeing you

fills me with ectasy,

thawing my still heart.

Your face is devoid of lifes color,

none the less,

its still you.

I have anticipated this,

our kiss is cold,

but warmed by love.

Too soon,

the love is gone.

Shocked by tears,

my eyes open.

Death holds me fast,

His empty, unfeeling laugh

echoes all around me.

Terror pierces to the bone,

accompanied by undescribable anguish.

Death has ripped us apart,

it is far too long,

four months and one year.

I am utterly lost,

alone in the eternal dark,

with only Death to comfort me.

Death can overcome any obstacle,

even love.

For it is Death that is not so easily

decieved after all.

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