you don’t say

these things

you don’t say

holding on

to the knowing

these faces

I won’t ever see

again

death will come before

I pass this way once more

& the others there

may be in denial

the wanting things

to go on the same

so you say nothing

holding on to knowing

this is how

loneliness becomes

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