No Farewell Is Final When I Think of You

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You can say she is dead.
You can say she passed away.
You can say she's no longer with us.
They all mean the same thing.

You can say she's in a better place.
You can say she lived a good life.
You can say she's watching over me.
They all mean the same thing.

You can say that you're sorry.
You can say that it's a shame.
You can say that it's natural.
But they all mean the same thing.

You know what I say?
Or what I hope I can say soon?
That she isn't dead.
She isn't gone.
She isn't even necessarily in a better place.
She is no longer breathing, I admit,
But her presence is still felt,
Within the confines of my heart.
And that will have to be good enough for me.