When the body shuts off
The mind goes quiet?
A corpse with fingers curled
Knees bent, heart beating
I can't feel you
Anymore than I can those I lost years ago
But I know I'll see you soon
Laugh with you, touch your hand and feel the blood coursing through
So how are you different than him?
He whose heartbeat I have felt, steady as my own
Why are you a reality and he only a dream?
Why can I touch you
When all I have left of him is a stone
At this moment you are both memories
But you'll be back tomorrow,
At least the odds are in your favor
And he is gone forever
or so they tell me
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