Someone asked me
Recently and I tried to explain
It's never ending tears.
Like when it rains.
It's like always remembering.
The deepest part of pain
It's memories that aren't really real
So you don't actually go insane
But you feel like dying all over again.
And it's so much love.
Love that is.
Only separated by physical plains.
And It feels like privilege.
That I gave him his name.
That he chose me.
I'd be honored to do it again.
It never goes away.
This heartache pain.
That's why he's mentioned.
Always.
Especially today.
Which would have been.
His 32nd birthday.
"Saue-da de."
The love that remains.
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