To live
It’s three in the morning.
Raindrops ring the metal roof.
She breathes softly next to me
as still as the night.
It may not have been this way.
Death lost this year.
Too close for my taste.
Grateful tears wet my pillow.
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Beautiful. Grateful tears with you and for you here today.
It seems always closer
Oh!
That’s true