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When the night, turns to day
I would swear on your grave
To let the people know, I haven't forgotten about you.
Now you're gone, and I'm stuck in the past.
I can't say I've moved on,
But in ways, who really can?

When you passed on, we all changed.
Some became more outgoing,
To lighten the dark and sanguine atmosphere.
I, became more sheltered, more cut off from everyone.
I became my own hermit, living inside a shell of chaos and loneliness.

As I reflect upon my darker days,
I see that I did what I thought was right,
All that I did was follow my feelings,
And that's truly what makes us distinctive humans.

Author's Note

I never got around to creating a title to this one, but whatever. My poem, so shove it if you don't like it. You probably like it though, or something else I've written. Or else you probably wouldn't be reading this right now (: