I brought flowers to your grave, finally admitting you are dead.
This time, I'm saying goodbye with dignity.
I can leave without regrets.
I'm through tiptoeing around defensiveness.
I drove the nails in myself.
But I can breathe clearly, and my eyes can focus.
Sometimes death brings relief.
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