Enshrined within this tortured brain of mine,
unable to release a single tear,
emotions lie in catatonic state,
like you, at rest upon your burial bier.
My friends all asked me why I didn't grieve.
Some wondered if I was too cold to care.
I couldn't say; I didn't know myself.
Some feelings are too intimate to share.
I was the only fruit your womb would know.
On me, you lavished tenderness and care.
Smothered in your pools of adoration,
I struggled free to breathe a fresher air.
Yet, no matter where my path would take me,
your devotion encased me like a glove.
There never was a time I felt alone.
There never was a day untouched by love.
Words can do no justice to my feelings,
and tears can never fill the vacant place.
Your passing is a wound within my heart
which only time may heal but not erase.
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