Dear Chantelle
I opened your closet
late this evening at Sunset
Your sweet smell kidnapped my soul
tears fell from my eyes, and reminded me your fall
I read your journal last night
I'm sorry, you said not to
As your spirit and mine argue, I accept to lose the fight
even though you gave up yours too soon
I sung to your lyrics early this morning
Little John, did the same
we held each other's hand tight, mourning and celebrating your departure and existence
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