Our secret hideout holds painful memories,
No more a source of comfort and love.
Since your departure, violent and sudden,
The sun is no longer shinning above.
Think, my love,of the times we've spent there,
When last rays of sun touched our door.
Enchanted moments, dense woods all around us,
God, I wish we could have had some more.
Alas, departing at the prime of your life,
Left me with nothing but a broken heart.
I couldn't mourn for you out in the open,
But I knew the score right from the start.
So here I am, at our empty cottage,
Wondering how your funeral had been.
Your wife and children were by your coffin,
And I'm crying for us, remaining unseen.
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