Last breath, she took
Struggle ceased
Hands, became cold
-Death cold
Goodbye, her last words
Dirt and wood
Lowered, flowers
Like father and brother
Mother was gone
Again, I had been left behind
Sorrow
Nights, seemingly endless
Alone, I ached
Suddenly, morning dawned
My light returned
Love, showered
Kisses, stole
Ring, gave
And on the fourth year,
Again, I was left behind
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