For weeks he was afraid he may leave, then
he was afraid that he wouldn’t.
There were so many things he could have
become.
But he will remain, made up of possibilities,
for he was already gone.
Words, lasting longer than people.
For weeks he was afraid he may leave, then
he was afraid that he wouldn’t.
There were so many things he could have
become.
But he will remain, made up of possibilities,
for he was already gone.
Words, lasting longer than people.
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