Crushed by
life’s unfairness,
Crippled
from staggering grief…
I miss the
arms of comforting lies
One loses
with disbelief.
I am
thankful we took the photograph
In front of
our house back then…
A proof of
our existence, where
We’ll never
both visit again.
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