On the first day of your death
The 'Do Not Disturb' sign
Fell from your door when
No one was looking
On the second day of your death
I felt you brush past me in the hall
Whispering 'I'll be right back'
On the third day of your death
You stood weeping by the stairs
Showering me with kisses
Saying 'This changes nothing'
On the last day of your death
Whenever it comes you know
I will be ready and waiting
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