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«A husk you'll be, a wisp you'll be,
and a thing no more than a dream on waking,
or a memory of something forgotten.»

— Neil Gaiman, Coraline

When I watched you disappear piece by piece
I no longer had the right word to say,
the right gestures to make,
I was just a physical presence, beside a little pile of bones.
We had to eat, sleep, walk, keep going
somehow,
without being able to stop.
And we didn't stop until the end,
but I can't remember anything anymore.