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by ElegantRose Sep 1, 2013 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
It's amazing how fast Time passes us by. Today marks eight years And I silently cry. I remember it all so clearly, Your final and last days. You barely lasted five months And slowly slipped away. Your fate was truly cruel, You were so far beyond ill. Cancer and enthsema, Would slowly but surely.kill.. I marked each and every day, Took every second in. Once you fell into a coma Your fate did so gradually begin. I watched you suffer, Slip in and then out. You had fewer lucid moments, Oblivious to what it was about. It got to a stage Where I just wished you would go. Seeing you suffer so badly Was such a massive blow. You were given ten days But passed away in those early hours. I received a dreaded phone call And bought you fifty eight flowers. One for each year That you were here. But now your loss marks eight And over a thousand tears. 06/01/2013