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last goodbye

We sit silently in the crematorium

You are in a box, a large spray of white lilies placed on top

I hold my breath for to say goodbye is too much

How will I cope with such a loss?

I reason with my self, you lived to a ripe old age

Inside I cannot control the sadness tears roll out of my eyes

I watch as the box begins to slide

Getting up placing my hand on the box I say goodbye

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