|I ache to keep pushing,
to keep this relationship alive,
(30 compressions for each breath)
but I know it's too late.
You're here, but you're gone,
a mere shell of the husband I used to know.
A vacant stare, an empty heart.
is just a formality now,
except the grief.
This is a rewrite of A Heart Is Broken which was originally written for the prompt 'A broken heart'.
The fight is over
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