Only I remain.
Nothing has changed,
Only she has gone.
Her leaving, my grieving
Her freedom, my confinement.
The air is scented with memories,
Tightly wrap me by the hands of death.
Message: Value what you have; it is too late to regret after you have lost it. People should know value the people around them before it's too late.
Audience: Anyone who has ever loved or been loved.
Speaker: The man
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