passing away
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Sister, oh sister
She is gone, but oh how I miss her
I never got hold her
Never got to kiss her
I was supposed to teach her
I've played with songs,
I've played with words,
I've tried to make my feelings heard.
In all my life I've never dealt
With being so speechless from what I've felt.
No songs,
No words,
It is amazing
How one thing
Can trigger multiple
Memories
A scent
A place
A song
A person
An object
AAnd what happens
To those memories
When we get older
It is said that the most
Peaceful way to die is
In your sleep.
No blood, no coughing up
Necrotic tissues drowning in
Yellow-green puss.
No open wounds or otherwise
Physical damage