The icy coldness of a once warm body
The deafening silence, not a word to anyone
The plain unstitched robe, and the pillow of dust
The gap that is left, like unquenchable thirst
The band of your closest, who escort you home
The tears, the sorrow, then being left alone
The earth filled chamber that is an unlit abode
Still, the greatest fear is this:
That will someday be me.
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