Dearest

Once,  my friend was alive

He supported me when others left  

Now he's gone.

He left to let me live;

He was alive but never real.

To truly live with what

I cannot live without

He left; My departed comfort

Led to friendship.

Now I live with friends too dear to part

but

I live without my dearest.

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