i remember four years ago while the winter storm was brewing, you pressed a gilded watch in my hand, the first of many exchanges.
as months flew by, it weighed down in my pocket, a burden to bury.
day after day, the gold dimmed and faded away. i never could forget the time, all the times you stayed.
why did you leave when i needed you the most? staring down at your face, so cold and lifeless, i would trade the watch in a heartbeat just for a few more minutes with you, but the seconds have already ticked by.
"thank you, June, for your eulogy."
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