Goodbye Is Never The End

Goodbye Is Never The End short poem

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In solemn realisation of the dearly departed,
A cut etched deeply into our skin,
Heart hastened the bleeding while mind is cluttered,
Life moves on but where do we begin?

Enduring moments to moments as days passed,
The bleeding subsides but memories still vivid,
A scab starts to show as pain wears a mask,
Life becomes hard as reality stays rigid,

The loss will persist throughout our time,
And memories will stay hidden within,
Where moments blanket the defunct in mind,
But the scar will stay forever on skin,

As tears roll slowly down my cheek,
I feel an unknown privation deep in my soul,
It will never be the same as what we seek,
I grow whole with this loss I forever hold.

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