Here is a poem about change and how death isn’t always in body. (Still a work in progress!)

I grieve not
For bone and skin
But for the deceased mind
Once held within
A fickle façade
Where my love
Had been.

Who parades your body;
And in the meantime
Discarded its beauty
Leaving it for dead

Like you left me?

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