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Tell Me

Tell me, what is death?
Dreams unanswered by realities?
A touch unfelt,
A laugh strangled by a cough?

When do you cease to exist?
When we forget?
When all pictures are burned and your image is only impression,
A mix of colour, memory, and emotion smeared in my mind?

How do I know you were real?
By the ones who grieve and wail?
Strangers who share our blood,
And look in my eyes only to see you.

Tell me, what is death?

A promise that goes unbroken.

R.I.P. Dad i love you