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The final goodbye,
As I watched her die.
The Uber driver who let me cry,
Sympathetically listening as I told him why.
The old man I keep at bay,
For fear of losing him someday.
Emotionally shut down,
Too much pain around.
The one who looks so broken,
Which makes my heart more open.
The Golden, so emotionally aware,
Since day one, she’s been there.
The friends who show up while I’m hurting,
Even though I feel unworthy and undeserving.
The ones I will never forget,
Yet, I still have no regrets.
Not sure where I’m going with all this,
But I miss the days when life was bliss.