When my body
Is turned to dust
Under a stone
Scoured by gust

When my eyes
Forget to widen
And leave me
In a dark
Sunken horizon

When my nerves
Cease to tread
And I feel
No more
With words not said

I will be nothing.

But it is living without you
That turns me dead.

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