The day we fought
Was the night
you died
I should have
been there
By your side
But by the grace
Of fortunate luck
I was spared while
You were struck
Chrome and glass
Concrete and stone
Could not have saved
Your fragile bones
I shed those tears
So long ago
But it's you,
always you
I can't let go...
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