when he was still quite near.
The trampling "when" and "why" of life,
and "how" the fuck are we here.
illness opened far and wide
and he was suddenly far away.
I had to wish death off of us
and learn to face the day.
Then the doom felt closer
like thunder to the light.
And now we three are left alone
to weep throughout the night.
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