For Z.J.H.
Dilemma after dilemma.
Time upon time.
Miss after miss.
Water upon the earth.
Thinking about it all hurts me.
The things we did,
The things we said,
The things we left unmentioned.
I saw the best of you.
I saw the worst.
The light in your eyes shut off.
I lost you.
No amount of love could revive you.
You were dead inside.
Broken by a broken home.
A monster that was created by those who gave you life.
A bitter end for us.
Though I think of you every so often,
I cannot love what you have become:
You are a shadow of your former self.
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