Hopelessly committed, I watched the end draw near.
intensity is what had kept him here.
Persistence could not save us; yet still
faint footstep, each door that opens will
again to pointless hope, another smothered cry.
that passes, passes me by.
sane, my head instructs;
without him, my heart destructs.
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