We met in the spring

In the hand-me-down chill

Of winter cold sting

I feel it all still

A blissful triquetra

Three names carved in stone

One taken, one lost

And one now alone

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I died in October

I left with the leaves

Now there’s only two

I know you’ll miss me

I pray from my heart

You won’t drift apart

My exit isn’t an ending

You both can restart

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Her death was a storm

In our ocean once calm

The waves crashed me over

Testing my faults

I tried to keep afloat

On my metaphorical boat

But there wasn’t room for two

I had to do it alone