Endless moons was a lie,
He tried and tried but had to die.
I was left on Earth deep in sorrow,
Knowing he would not be back tomorrow.
Closer and closer we had grown,
Up until he became just bones.
His skin was sickly and pale near the end,
Right before he left my sight around the bend.
Thus is the remembrance of those I have lost.
~Alyssa Hellenbrand~
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