Yes I certainly did know of her deep despair and could sense the end was near
But how exactly does one rush into another’s life and rearrange the furniture?
She had been deprived of all human love for many years
She had imagined what lay beyond so often she had intricate maps of the place
If only we could shelter for a short while the pains of those we seek to reach
But all lights must eventually dim and vanish into the black
How silent nights are in simple repose
As we dance to tunes only we can hope to claim
She longed to resist the final siege, but when it came, she yielded to its charms
God, it took so long to go, so long to finish, so long to enter the contented place
I suppose I changed as she did, suppose I can see glimmers of what lies ahead for us all
For now I long to see another winter, to feel the chill upon my skin
And know once more that I will never make it home
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