You once asked

why I followed you,

kept with you at all.

I said I knew it was right.

This is how I knew then:

weights left my face,

my fingers fragile,

hushing breaths. I feel you

even when you’re not here.

Father always told me

that there’s a special place

in Hell, just for people like you;

little does he know

that wherever you are

and wherever you go,

I must also be –

I must also be.

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