I see you in my dreams,
or rather I see your clone,
perfectly you in every way,
except it's still not you.
I can sit with you again,
but with the burning memory of your
death
tearing me up on the inside,
reminding me that it's all a dream.
I want to visit your grave
and hold in my hand your picture,
so I can remind myself how gone you
are,
so I can stop seeing you in my sleep.
But I can't.
I can cling to memories,
and that's it.
I'm all alone.
-Zero
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