Temporary

She fell sick at sixty-six,
A couple of seasons
After finally discovering the one.

He quit his job and left the country,
But she changed her mind in months.

The only child didn't make it.
Afterwards, they couldn't either.

There is always a story,
Tragedy and losses.
Everybody's just a face.
The breathing always stops.
But you, I won't forget.

- 12/19/25

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