With no grave to visit,
no place for my grief.
The loss that I feel
Is it real, is it?

No memorial service.
No eulogy to write.
Nothing to view,
Without this, is it worse?

A life lost forever.
I can’t imagine it’s gone.
Tears with each song
A relationship severed.

I still live, without you, by your choice and my need,
Without hope for a future together, we grieve.

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