I didn't cry when Kate died.
I stood in isolation on that summer night
I was alone for the first time in my life.

Our parents tried.
They did.
My parents.
But what could they have done.
I always had a morbid desire that perhaps, one day, when Kate and I are both ancient, we would die together. Holding hands.

After all, we were born together, created together. Was it too much to ask for to leave, to drift out together ?

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