Withered.
Forgotten.
You mourned for over a year.
I saw the way you cried.
The way you shed those tears.
You came to my grave.
Fresh roses every week.
A resurrection you craved.
But as time flies by.
Your life got back on track.
Eventually you stopped to cry.
Withered.
Forgotten.
My grave you visit no more.
Past tense I have gotten.
Fresh roses nevermore.
I am forgotten.
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