When Love Dies
I thought that I would see the signs
So in-touch with my feelings
After all…
Even still, though painfully trying
Letting go
Was impossible.
Fingers blue, from my grip so tight
When they came and pried my hands open
Even the decayed remains
Were gone.
A breath from my lips
Echoed out
As a single grain of dust
On my fingertip
Floated away…
When love dies
Even still, so painfully trying
Holding on
Is impossible.
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