The Loss

It’s so cold in here

The fire burns bright

the windows are shut, the drapes -drawn

You won’t speak

You won’t even look up

I’m sorry for your loss

I truely am

If I leave, will you miss me?

Not a bit

I guess there is no reason

To say good-bye

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