Such Despair

I think of you,
and how it would be such despair,
if one day I looked next to me,
for you not to be right there.

I would weep,
for no one to hear my cries,
for I didn't even get to say goodbye.
I would have no one in which to confide,
for you were the only one 
and you are no longer by my side.

The End

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