「The 8th of September, 2022」

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The queen was gone.

An era ended.

Covid hit.

People died.

Vaccines were given.

The R-U war was on.

People fought.

People died.

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New lives are born everyday.

Babies cry.

They get tired.

They eventually fall asleep.

The night gets quiet.

 

Another day comes as usual.

But what’s eternal?

What’s unchangeable?

Some people wake up.

Some people sleep forever.

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The sun then gets hot.

The souls will be caught.

 

We laugh,

We cry,

We scream,

We hurt,

We heal,

We hug,

We kiss,

We miss.

 

The days go by,

We get old.

Do we still have hope?

Do we still love?

Do we still celebrate?

Do we still mourn?

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I want you to stay with me,

By my side,

Hold my hand,

Everyday that we have left,

To face the inevitable,

the inexplicable,

and the inexcusable,

Together.

 

But I can’t say.

I can’t ask.

Because nothing actually matters.

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In Leeds, UK

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