Ben
I knelt at your grave
As i do every year
Praising the Lord
For making you perfect.

A dozen red roses
Placed lovingly for you
Tears fall endlessly
To quench your thirst.

I used to curse you,
Used to resent myself
For ending our love
So soon.

I wish i could hold you
Just once more
Tell you i love you
And feel your strength
Comforting me.
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