Myself before you left
Greetings from Yony,
As he sits behind the glass,
Of the window that sepertates,
The present from the past.
A warm welcome form Yony,
His body clam, dead and cold,
Swimming through memories from a time,
When he was innocent and not so old.
A longing look from Yony,
As he watches his shadow play,
Drowing in the thoughts he thought,
That changed him for good that day.
A tearful eye from Yony,
He now remembers the horrible past,
He remembers your death that day,
Thinking that this misery would forever last.
A hand stretched out from Yony,
Waiting for himself to grab on,
Urging himself to come back,
He’s been someone else for too long.
A long lost smile from Yony face,
He has finally found himself once more,
The waters of death flood away,
And out comes truth from the drain in the floor.
He is one, he is me,
Satified, I sit here today,
He can breathe, he can see,
Knowing that he is better off this way.
She can change him for the better,
Not for the worse.
Even in her death,
She is strength, not a curse.
She may be gone forever,
She may be completely earased.
But she now smiles inside Yony,
In that most central place.
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Submission Name: Abandon the change
