She looks for you in everybody,
And finds you in no one.
Is that a blessing or a curse?
To love someone
Who doesn’t exist anymore?

You died long ago,
Your corpse does not rot.
They say to let you go,
She can not.

Not until
She can forgive you
For killing what trust
Was left in her

Take what you need,
Leave her remains.

May
Worms and maggots
Show pity