Inside that mausoleum,
There is a bench
Where once we sat
Side by side
In total silence,
Close enough to touch
Yet ever so far away.
I never felt so alive
As I did that portentous day
In the sanctity of that quiet place,
Surrounded by death
Yet besotted with life.
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