Too quiet for a Tuesday... and I walk alone once more, for you're not here- and will never be in body again. I felt it... felt it when you left- before anyone spoke, before anyone broke the news... I knew. Because my heart grew heavy, and my own body wept with an uncontrollable sadness, shook with the knowledge that an angel in human form had gone back to meet its maker. And now, I am left to walk alone- I know all the consoling words-- that I should relish in the fact that you are above, smiling... but dear heart, right now- it seems that nothing soothes, and all I can mutter... is that you are no longer here. And with that... death becomes me.Birth sign: Not entered
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