The day after your death, the sun still surprisingly came up and shone down onto the cold and blue horizon. There were no loud noises, no yelling, no more crying, no shattering glass. Just silence and sunlight. Your body looked so still; muscles no longer singing, chest no longer rising and falling; your skin as cold as a tomb. I have no heart left to break, for you have taken it with you to the grave. My love for you turned to death. Your death caused longing, leaving me here to bear this pain all alone. It all feels so raw and real. Soon you’ll just be a series of images flashing through my mind. A memory of a memory. This is me moving on… I don’t want to move on…
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