When a heart loves deep and gives more than it believed it had, if it ends, the fall cannot be weighed.

The dreams and the happiest times don’t die, without violently being laid to rest one moment and song at a time.

Does time give place to joy for those times two felt alive?  Because now they are painted with a paradigm of loss.

The more I contemplate and search for meaning in being each other’s healer, the moments stuck in time, the laughter, the memory of how you looked at me, the deeper I feel the grave’s cross.

And you never believed me when I said, “You are the catch.”

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