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Two lonely strangers
By random chances meet
Lives soon owed to the other
They found what they didn't know to seek
not just flatmates nor colleagues
More than friends, though maybe not romantically
Though many fights they share
Their companionship shall not tear
Until the day a fall comes with a cost
One thought dead and the other lost
Dispair buried in both their hearts
One can show it the other not
For if they do their heart shall be burnt out
For one years of mourning pass
For the other separation lasts
Three years later back on the roof
One about to jump, "I'm coming home to you"
The hand that grabs the shoulder should be six feet down in bed
"But how would I come home to you if you were with the dead?"