You promised that you'd try to care still
but each and every time we meet,
I can see the light dimming away slowly,
leaving only shadows on the footpath,
a ghost of what we used to be.
I'm sorry that I don't want to let you go
but I know that when we finally part
there will be only scar tissue left in my chest.
So let me hold you close just one last time
before your warmth disappears forever.
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