Living

Part of me died in India
It was there that I said farewell
My skin left fresh and bare
Beneath that hardened shell

She did not go so peacefully
She went with a cry and a moan
And while I miss her dearly
My spirit yearns to grow

And part of me is dying here
So many layers to shed
It matters not where I live
But how I live instead

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