Greetings, heraldry to future loss.
Handshakes to hang nooses their neck around.
Ashes scattered to the wind with a toss,
Dirty handed silence begs for a sound.
Life continues, friends are made again,
This process parting perrenially.
Skin shed, bodies drop, we bloody sanguine.
These Macabre games played continually.
Looking down infinity's vast expanse,
Peering through our eternity apart.
My waking mind frozen by your absense,
You've reduced me to an emoting tart.
But the game continues- I'm caring more,
Though this phenomenon could be fleeting.
What wasn't expressed persists as a sore,
But I'll never once regret our meeting.
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