Saying goodbye when you don't want to is an agony.
It drags me into myself, wandering thoughts absently.
This isn't a sudden death where you can't predict it.
The fact is, it's a slow one and the pain is something you can't admit.
I think of all the memories and the amazing time.
I wonder what secrets he's afraid we'll find.
A man of a pure heart surely done nothing wrong.
But that will be assured in time not so long.
I watch him as he slowly wastes away.
Losing weight and becoming more frail with each passing day.
I wish I could stop time for him and I.
I wish I could prolong the days so he doesn't die.
But sadly I've grown to learn this cycle of life.
Watched Death observe his victims while whetting his knife.
Death stands over him and appears by his bedside.
Watching and waiting till he can utter that my hero died.
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