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After all, he was just a man
Alone and shivering, freezing from the ice cold wind
He saw her hands, soft and warm
He knew they would bring him back, those hands could save him
But not anymore, it was fading now
They were not his to claim anymore, how did this happen
More so when? But he was right there all the time...she was there too
Perplexed and confused he forgot the pain, the gentle reminder was in the form of a small throb as if saying that it was there to stay
That hand is going farther now, between each of his last breaths the distance grew
Soon it will be engulfed in the darkness
And he realized How familiar it all was, this routine of theirs
How familiar the darkness was to his own being
How familiar was the comfort of dying every moment
And so he came home, to darkness
To those hands of despair
To those dying gasps
`He was home...