The day has come and gone
You who filled my entire existence at a time
Simply snuffed out
Quiet shuffled away like the end of day litter
I think about all the things I should want to say to you
And none of it strikes me as useful
None of it seems to matter
Sometimes once a relationship is dead, it's just dead and nothing more
All there's left to do is grieve and move on
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