People have their own lives,
Updates become a due,
Death cuts down all time,
Then time must move on, too.
Offers of help get quieter,
(Thankfully in a way):
Sympathy visits for moments
It doesn’t intend to stay.
In the end, it’s always you,
While everyone falls asleep;
You lie awake and breathe
And dread to dream too deep.
I saw you, day before,
Moving on, on some dating app;
You looked good; I smiled;
I didn’t fall into some anxious trap.
After ten months, I thought,
I have begun to let go –
But now I fear my mind
Keeps secrets it doesn’t show.
I know now that nothing
Was what seemed about you;
And yet, last night, as I slept,
I dreamed about you.
I am not the sun
Nor am I the moon
Perhaps
I can just be a lighthouse
On some storm tossed shore
Guiding a seeking ship
Into safe haven.
You tell me I can trust you
but save your breath,
because the two things I can trust now
are belief in myself and death.
Hearts Still Care 
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