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Another day
to feel your ever-present absence, still
to find a way.
I hear you say,
“But life is for the living, do not kill
another day.”
And yet you stay
inside my head, and take away my will
to find a way.
The final fray
remains in memory, for good or ill,
another day.
I cannot say
whether I have the necessary skill
to find a way.
And now today
is ending. I suppose tomorrow’s still
another day
to find a way.