I hate that I can’t be happy without you.
No matter what, sadness encompasses me.
Like an illness without cure, your memory destroys.
The only hope held was that you wouldn’t leave.
But everyone leaves.
Within the reaches of those immortal,
is the ability to live generations.
But only the cold hearts live peacefully,
as you watch life after life spark free.
We aren’t immortal.
So I will watch Death’s progression,
as each life is whittled away.
It will come for me, I’m sure,
and I will face destiny.
There is no escape.
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