Your time was making its way,
we knew it was coming.
Inching its way…lurking in the corner,
ready to pounce.
That bag…dark, suffocating…so unnatural,
my mind reels at the memory.
A short walk…a distance both finite and infinite.
That van…door closes…gasp!
It drives away dragging every bit of my heart,
shattered, broken, pulverized…
Never to be the same again.
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