Letting Go

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I held her hand, and it was mine hand

frail and weak it grasped at me

it seeped my strength

flowed out onto banks of flowers scarlet.

The petals falling into the riverbed

no cheers followed her embrace of shadow.

The world came to silence, as she gripped still

my hand was cold like the water's surface

yet a droplet of my tear rippled that mirror

broke my visage behind which her body lied cold

so still, so still was she.

Once, her heartbeat rippled the waters around

now, my hands broke the flat

reaching for her

grasping mere husk.