Actually, this last stanza, that is exactly what death is like. Exactly. One might think, "ooo, what a good way to describe the sadness of losing a romantic partner" but when a person is actually gone, it is different. The idiotic, wsted despair. I've often wished I could tap my grandfather (or Nucci) on the shoulder and say, 'Do you see all of this? It's all for you. That's how much I feel your loss.' But it's just wasted. Tossed into a void. Half a dozern crappy metaphors just came to mind, but they are all crappy.
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