Beach Leanbh (07/22/1982)
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The Coming of Death
I recline alone as death awaits. My obit pendent from above
Forever lost without your taste. Grasping, gasping for your love
My heart and soul, codependent, unfunctioning lifeless and alone
Like notes without a hand to play, impossible to intone
What occurred so fallacious that asunder sent our affections?
That could separate two so united and darken our inflections?
I ponder arduous at my shortcomings. Was it lack of trust?
Did I lack