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when suddenly you understand

how close you came to her, almost

you could have touched her coat, her hand

but she remained another ghost,

 

when suddenly you feel her death

so very deep within you stir

you cannot speak, you catch your breath

your world becomes a sickening blur.

 

but time goes by and memories fade

and someone else has come along,

your sadness by his love betrayed

and all that's left's her fading song.

 

then suddenly a photograph,

the missing piece, the certainty

and your whole life's her epitaph

and her life is your memory