what remained of me


What Remained of Me
Robert M. Drake

I am convinced
that all of us live
without knowing
who we are,
and it is only
in the end
of something we love
where we seem to find
a little more of ourselves.

You were the hidden
to all the things
I will never know.

You were
what remained of me,
and it is all funny,
too funny
how you are not here,
but I can feel myself
getting closer to you

more than ever,

more than before.

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death is too easy


Death is Too Easy
Robert M. Drake

Death is too easy
and too simple.

We all know
how it goes,
but believe me,

the hardest thing
in the world is to live

and to live for something.

Something that burns

the soul,

something hard

to forget.

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