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I sat on the sagging bench

Of sodden wood and slippery blue steel

The rain remembered us

Isa, you were there

Before....

Before you went away

I remember your words to me

You told me never to cry alone

To sleep in the sightless dark

To walk in the bitter rain

And write words before the sun could see

To only kiss the moon

And cradle the stars with stolen eyes and slender hands

I remember it all

And still

You left

And I was left

With barely a thing left

In me

I felt for your hand

You said

You needed to go

In the rain

Icy finger's lithe lull

I was weeping

But you could never tell

I begged you not to go

But your heart was 

Already there

So far away 

Isa, I am sorry

I was there too late

I could see it 

In your empty eyes

I found your hand

Your cold hand

Wrapping you in my arms

I sat on the bench

As the rain washed your blood away

I said goodbye

And Isa

I cried alone

I am so sorry

I am so sorry