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There is nothing real here

Everything vanished beneath the veil of my sorrow

I touch you and I shudder

At the coldness of your skin

You look so perfect

Just how I remember you when I was a child.

The last twenty years have disappeared from your face

And the frailty that grasped you in later years is not apparent.

I talk to you as if it were yesteryear

And from the depth of my broken heart

I hear you answer me,

I find comfort in that

But dread the day I can no longer hear your voice.

I know, like you, memories fade away

And even the strongest can't resist the call.

I know the time was right for you to go

But I can't help but wish for that one last moment

When I could of said goodbye to you.