On Loss

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I had a lover long ago,

who I thought would never go.

But through the years she became


Two words became one

And one became none

And now all that’s left is silence.

My friend would come and go

But eventually he’d always show.

Then life took a turn

And he never returned.

From him all that’s left is silence.

My grandma she loved me so

But finally she had to let go.

Even though her memory lives on,

Through the years as they’ve gone,

All that remains is silence.

My father he watched me grow.

Together we’d march through the snow.

One day he felt bad

And the last moment we had

He told us, “Don’t worry. I’ll see you soon.”

Now all that’s left is silence.

Terrible, terrible, silence.

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