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| A tear slides silently down my cheek as the song plays on. The memories, although warm at one time, are now like steel daggers in my heart. As the tears drip off my trembling chin my shoulders shake with convulsive sobs. It was by the hand of God that he was given to me and also by the hand of God that he was taken from me. It is always said,"It is better to have loved and lost, then never to have loved at all." But what if losing includes death? Yes, it was by death I lost him and by death that shall keep him from me. I shall never see his face the way it used to be: vibrant and smiling. I see his face painted on, fake-like with a sewed up, straight-lined mouth. This is not the friend I knew laying there in that black painted box. His eyes, always sparkling and wide, so full of wonder at the worl, are now sewn shut to the world. They no longer sparkle. And as the song plays on, I remember. I remember the good times we had. The bad, although few, only brought us closer. Now we are far apart and I am scared. I don't know how to go on. The song plays on in my head, one line repeating over and over again... "Lean on me, when you're not strong..." But to whom does it refer to, now that you're gone? It was you I leaned on and you I need most right now. So I stumble weary through each day; my tears silently sliding one by one into a pitch-black abyss. And the song plays on. |
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