Because death shatters the bond that connects us,
It is not a mere thread, a whisper in the wind.
It is the precise incision that severs us,
A stark reminder of life's fragile state.
Death divides us from each other, like rivers parting ways,
Yet it clings to us intimately, like a shadow in the night.
It dances in the corner of our vision,
A haunting presence that never truly fades.
As much as we despise it, fear its touch,
It adores us even more, a cruel lover in the dark.
It lures us with its mysterious allure,
Drawing us closer, closer to its cold embrace.
And in its wake, grief swells and consumes,
A storm of sorrow that rages within our hearts.
We mourn the absence, the void left behind,
Yearning for what once was, what can never be again.
But amidst the sorrow, a flicker of light,
A reminder of the love that transcends death's grasp.
For though it may divide, it cannot extinguish,
The memories, the laughter, the moments shared.
In the shared stories, the whispered words,
We keep the flame alive, honoring those who've passed.
Their spirits linger in the warmth of our embrace,
Guiding us forward, even as we long for their return.
So let us not be defined by death's cruel touch,
But by the love we carry, the connections that endure.
For in the face of loss, we find strength,
And in the face of death, we find life's truest measure.
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