Slowly you start to fade away,
slowly and painfully day by day.
The agonizing truth of your life,
and how you were never the perfect wife.
Your faltering fate of what is to come,
is slowly, but surely coming undone.
Trying to impress,
but always coming out second best.
Goodbye was hardest for you and me,
I felt like I was drowning in an endless sea.
Consumed by the grief you left me with,
it tore me up bit by bit.
I saw you when you withered into dust,
and when you looked into my eyes with endearing trust.
But goodbyes were the hardest for you and me,
but you'll be happier just you wait and see.
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