I remember, well,
the day it started
to die.
I cried,
but denial helped it
to survive.
Plugged as it were,
the will not ready
to pull.
I clung
as the vital signs
faded away.
Death, highly feared
yet quite unanticipated,
stung.
I died
in part, that piece
of my heart long
gone.
These words pound
the last nail in the coffin,
with finality,
reality.
Shining eyes steely-like,
no tears.
Heart, hands, eyes
no longer clinging,
I mourn
at last
and bagpipe blasts serenade
the funeral.
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