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No Cure

His death consumed the minutes,
Then the hours, days, and weeks.
All the months became a year
And I still... could hardly speak.

One year somehow turned into two
And my heart ached even more.
Then the two turned into three
And then the three turned into four.

Five years turned to six then seven
And then seven will turn to eight.
Eight will turn to nine then ten
While my soul continues to wait.

More days will fade and turn to weeks,
Then again more months to years.
Sustained by just his memory...
Because there's no cure for these tears.

© 2005 - Christine Ross

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