I wish that we could talk about it,
But there, that's the problem.
With someone new I could have started,
Too late, for beginnings.
The little things that made me harassed,
Are gone, in a moment.
I miss the way we used to argue,
Locked, in your basement.
...And it keeps coming,
'Till the day it stops
...Surprised, you were human.
There shouldn't be this ring of silence,
But what, are the options?
When someone great is gone.
We're safe, for the moment.
Saved, for the moment...
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