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I don't understand death.

I can't comprehend the concept
of losing a integral part of my life
for the rest of time.

I can't begin to imagine
never hearing your voice again
or seeing your vibrant smile.

It's not true what they say-
it doesn't get any easier.

I still think about you every hour,
and even in sleep,
I can't escape you.

You come to life in my dreams too.

And when I awake,
I see you in the blinding sunlight
showing me that it's a new day
and I must keep going.

But I will never forget.