I woke today to find your warm body cold.
Your skin was stained with our years together.
I hadn’t noticed that you’d gotten old.
I guess I thought that we’d last forever.
Now, at night, I will no longer fill you.
Mornings, you will no longer make me warm.
Your scent will not make me feel young and new.
Our friends will no longer stay for your charm.
My life will go on, but without you there.
I might find another to take your space.
I might have new moments that you’ll never share.
That other however could not take your place.
Our years were a moment that passed us by
All time is a moment, and all things die.
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