Deaths do not register with me.
It is almost surreal, even as they lay there.
Crying a lil here and there, when realization breaks through the denial.
That you'll never hear or feel, be of them as they of you any more again.
All there is are memories, that you once shared -
it is the moment that mattered, that space of time that filled you with utmost joy
unimaginable now for it has passed
but at the very least...we have had it, no - we still have it.
It is almost surreal, even as they lay there.
Crying a lil here and there, when realization breaks through the denial.
That you'll never hear or feel, be of them as they of you any more again.
All there is are memories, that you once shared -
it is the moment that mattered, that space of time that filled you with utmost joy
unimaginable now for it has passed
but at the very least...we have had it, no - we still have it.
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