Why.
I can’t even try
To understand. It isn’t fair.
To say otherwise would be a lie.
Stay.
Even though I pray
That all will be well, I know too soon
Inevitably, you will fade away.
There.
Delicate as air
I hold your comb, as you once did mine
Drawing it through your snow-white hair.
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