Black Death

January 15, 2008
Pictures in my pocket.
Your face;
Tearing up my thoughts.
The day you left,
The day I regret;
Black Death.
Cold winter nights,
You used to warm my heart;
But now I sit alone.
Trying not to cry.
Thinking of the words;
That meant the most.
It’s been a while…
But your shadows;
Lurk my dreams.
But no matter what;
I’ll remember you,
Always and forever.
Rest in Peace.

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