A slow cry as
I struggle with your memory
To capture it in something tangible
an opposition against fading
A cry against inevitability
I lie in the dark room in the valley
The trees they deceive the sunshine
from reaching out to my impending doom

The bleakness of it all
surrounds your essence in me
I try to hide it
Let it stay inside me
but I guess the right thing would be
to let you go in simplicity
rather than the abstraction of my words

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