To My Love, From the Dead
I needed you, you were
A friend I'd never spurn
I found you all alone
Outside inside the cold
I wanted you to come
Because you looked so glum
I tried to be your friend
Until the very end
But it is come and gone
I'm over and I'm done
Now only you live on
I want you to be strong
We won't be far for long
Enjoy what will be gone
I promise to remember
And to forget you never
Now leave me here in peace
Our love will never cease
You are what now live on
But I'm not ever gone
poem by Gwenevere Cornwell
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