I wait in
Dread
For the day I know
Will come
For the day I will hear
That she who was not the
Closest or
The farthest is
Gone
Gone into a world
That I cannot follow
And cannot understand
Until my own time
Comes
Gone because she is, was, might always be
Foolish
Gone and leaving behind the role of
Sister, cousin, daughter
Mother
Gone and leaving her daughter
Alone, to fend for herself
In a world she must learn to understand
Gone without so much as a
Goodbye
Because she believes
Shis is invincible, untouchable
And she will be the
Only one who
Never saw it
As it truly was
Gone
Because she was
Wrong, and
Because I
Could not save her
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Me, Myself, and Everybody Else
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