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Mar 2018
I came here on a dreary morning
and knelt down by your grave.
You always meant so much to me,
Strong, defiant, brave.

Even after saying goodbye,
My love for you still grows.
and I can feel your presence with me
through these cemetery rows.

It was ******* all of us,
Until the end you tried to fight it.
I know you need an epitaph,
but I can't bring myself to write it.

Now, I promise you my dear one,
even though you are departed.
You can count on me to finish
all the amazing things you started.

The funeral was a small affair,
Just as you requested.
A remembrance of a too short life,
with a lot of love invested.

And after it was over,
When they laid your coffin down.
I stayed there it seemed forever,
sitting on the softened ground.

Finally I found the strength,
to wipe away my tears,
Pick myself up off the dirt,
and set aside my fears.

I don't like you not near me,
Everything seems so unfair.
Life feels cool and empty now,
when I don't have you there.

Your room is as you left it.
Now that may seem a little much.
But there's nothing in there at the moment
I even want to touch.

There's no medicine to heal my heart
I don't like being all alone.
So every Sunday I come by the graveyard,
and spend awhile by your stone.
Written by
Stephen S
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