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This is the eulogy to you,

For someone I believed I knew,

And for as many words and moments that are now lost,

I think keeping you would have been a higher cost.

My skin burns when I think of what could be,

Of you with someone who isn’t me.

So, I write you this letter,

And ponder over times that were better.

You remain very much alive.

In your own life you thrive.

But it is only I who stood and remained and felt,

Who allowed the cards you dealt,

And I struggle to comprehend the reason why

But it is simpler as I realise you are a lie.

W-27/11/19

Categories: Poetry