Their arms crossed like broken promises,
As the wind roared high above,
Knowing her blood is no longer warm.
I couldn't say goodbye.
She was too crippled and inhuman,
Her voice no longer heard, forgotten.
She was a forgotten memory,
Lost in her heart she could hear my voice,
She could smell the roses from her garden.
I held on to her last words,
Slowly killing me from within.
Her ashes feathered in the wind,
As I said my final goodbye.
Original Poem by Yours Truly
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