Crippled with the pain of that day,
Of the way you were so suddenly gone, I
Pry at open doors, even now,
Inherently looking for you,
No, your replacement.
God, why has it all faded to this milky grey?
Met with the gloom as I near the
End of this hallway,
Changing myself over and over, I
Hope to get rid of these portraits and voices,
All left behind like you. You're a ghost
Now.
Initially, I was flabbergasted,
Stepping through the 5 stages of grief, but I
Must say that now, I've moved on.
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