|Matthew is gone and will never be back.|
Although we all loved him, we'll see him no more.
The beauty of life leads to anguish at death,
The fear and the hunger the price of each breath,
Held like a gift that has loss at its core.
Each day without Matthew renews what we lack,
Winds from the sea that make grief sing and soar.
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