Gain and Lost
Cold and insensible
She lied there in form,
Having a vaguely pallid tent
To her skin;
Brown and warm.
The world died with her
As it all stood in place.
My hand quivered as I touched her
With that smile upon her face.
I wish I could’ve said something;
Gave her soul a smiling wave.
But all was left was her shell
Descending to its grave.
Lying in this bed,
Lying, with a shiver.
She is living for eternity,
But part of me died with her.
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