It is chilly outside
and you have not the love who knitted
your sweater
You had a beautiful wife
and now you
cannot forget her

In one hundred years from now
it is not going to matter
anyhow
and tomorrow is
another day to try
to find another way
to ease the pain
of letting go really
slow

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