thirty

All I needed was the love you gave
in this season that together we made,
each time I think I hear your sweet name
I recall that fond joyous laughter you braved,
this story of our time too rushed and too sweet
slams shut what once was opened with a kiss,
cold now as steel without your heat
my Viola,
this Will,
evermore shall miss.

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