I can’t suffer your agony,
It is your agony alone,
But I know what it feels like,
To carry a weighted stone.
To escape the dying garden,
Stepped through the garden gate,
Taken up the option of early,
Turned my back upon the late.
You took your choice,
As it was yours to take,
Before your choice,
Was what was at stake.
Easily sit I and think,
Think that you were right,
Choose not prolonged agony,
And close my eyes to the light.
But I miss you too deeply,
And too, I still feel pain,
I cannot suffer your agony,
It is yours and must remain.
Thank you M
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