As they say, you're gone.
My most beautiful doll
I touch your paintings sometimes, maybe through time i'll hold your fingers.
" I love you"
Your voice echoes in my ear.

" Listen to me, have you heard--"
I want to listen, please come back.
But you won't.
Your ashes are in the jar.
Maybe if i drink it
I will give you birth again.

Your brother and sister,
There is an empty space between them.
I have seen it in their eyes,
Like a missing piece.

My doll
You're gone.

I won't blame you
You were sick
A little butterfly
Sit on my nose
And i know you're gone.

There will be no release from this pain
Just that all the stars from my galaxy are gone.
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