dim
the essence of you remainsin my thoughts
but you are fading from vibrant color
to etched gray lines
who I am now is measured
by your time away from me
and the efforts of others
are now fruitless and unrequitted
perhaps it is a slight
to the giver of life
but I cannot stay here
without at least the whisper of you
and if I do not find you
beyond my last breath
then I shall die with you
in my final thought
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