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Lonesome vessel; not supposed
To be there, yet you are.
I still wrestle; still opposed
To be here. Still far,
Still scarred.
Still marred.
Yesterday I heard you speak.
A soft yielding voice,
I had mostly forgotten.
Perhaps you found what I seek.
With your silent choice,
And my woes begotten.
You won't return,
To a world I watch burn.
Still at every turn,
I quietly yearn,
Just to know,
You found home.
Dedicated to my girlfriend. She took her life five years ago. She took mine with her.
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