Fragments
I sat quietly pondering your time of arrival
Day or night morning or noon happy or sad
The last conversation was strained innuendos
Of selfless pleasures displacing your heart
And I cried for me for you for loss of us
Pictures broken glasses thrown ridiculous
I am you you are me interwoven as one
Deny to your demise for you shall rot from
The inside out as if a thousand inedible worms
Burrow their way through your body as if it
Were a living compost heap on two feet
Goodbye my love sweet dreams
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