Because

When she died
I didn’t want to live.
I wanted to die.
Why?
Because,
she wasn’t a distant it
to be dispensed with.
That she will never be.
She was her Thou
to my I.
But I lived
and I love again.
And by grace,
she is her Thou
to my I.

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