For you
They said she would stay,
that she wouldn't feel a thing,
it would be quiet and still,
our goodbye's wouldn't matter
because she'd never know,
that they were said,
her eyes remained closed,
but mine were open,
cheeks wet from tears,
and stained with salt,
rubbed into the wounds of my soul
made from the errors of my way
and the kindness in hers,
Today is the last night,
I promised you,
I'd be here,
for you.
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