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I still remember the indescribable day of mourning
filling everyone with grief as we realize
the aching pain is just beginning.
And if I dream of the last conversation we shared, my heart only rips more.
Life condenses until I can't be held by you anymore.
Even months later, i struggle to sit still with
tears filling my swollen eyes for i have been awoken by the screaming sobs yet again.
The same wail I heard that dreadful night which I pretended not to hear,
but the truth is my dream turned into a nightmare.
Sobs condense into silence telling me to fall asleep.
She is still with me when the sunshine tells me that it's morning
filling me with strength
for each brutal day, almost fixing the emptiness
because i continuously dream of when she was last with me.
Reality condenses until they tell me it's time to move on.