Your memories fade away,
The bed is cold,
Your cup is empty.
Your memories fade away,
I clutch your phone,
Nothing left to say.
The nature of regret,
is your new home.
Memories eviscerate your being.
The soil consumes your sorrow.
Your memories fade away,
The bed is cold,
Your cup is empty.
Your memories fade away,
I clutch your phone,
Nothing left to say.
From six feet above
I call you back
Your visceral form
There isn't much left.
You return to me,
A fraction of you.
There is nothing left of me.
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