3 am

I see their faces , right there…
The rain is cold and slow
I feel their pain
As we say nothing
Only staring ahead
Time is still
There is nothing I can do
I don’t know what to do
It’s just empty
Hollow and stabbing like a knife
There is nothing for me to do
There is nothing to be done ….

And I wake up alone
My face is wet
I realize I’ve been crying
This is death
This is dying
How do you prepare ?

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