9 months tomorrow
Your last stand
Your worlds own center piece
Every breath taken-
Watched.
Slower
Heavier
Fading
Gone...
Weepers surrounding you.
Heartbroken orphans.
Together
And yet alone.
You've become a character
in stories.
Your voice I don't recall.
But I recall your ever lasting vanity-
Coconut oil and henna.
Truth be told
I'm conflicted.
Who were you?
Because not everything
is what I want to hear.
So I'm going to compromise
And just let you be
Imbedded in memory
A person unknown.
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