“THE ONES WE LOSE The ones we lose Take more than themselves with them As they leave, they steal parts of you That you will never grow back Like a tree pruned too much Your blossoms are fruitless But you will heal No matter if it was peaceful, Senseless, Violent Show me your hands When you leave I want to see the parts of me that also disappear” LoveDeathLossGriefPoemSuicideDeath And DyingDeath Of A Loved OneDeath QuotesTrishanorth Book:To Those Who Die Awake Source: To Those Who Die Awake