In a place where we only say goodbye. It stung like a violent wind that our memories depend. On a faulty camera in our minds. But I knew that you were a truth. And I looked around at all the eyes on the ground. As the TV entertained itself 'cause there's no comfort in the waiting room. Just nervous paces bracing for bad news. Then the nurse comes around and everyone lifts their head. But I'm thinking of what Sarah said. . .
"Love is watching someone die."
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