I miss the luxury of enduring her smirk,
Confident in all the magic she worked.
Conversation, serene.
Expected to wake from dream.
But reality was all it seemed.
My present was the best,
As I planned for the very worst,
I wish you hadda told me first,
Before I assumed otherwise,
And doomed 'us' to our demise,
Is this my lesson or my fate?
Angel of Death,
Standing at my love's gate.
Not to kill me, and neither you.
Only what could have been,
Here lies True.
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