The Dead Mall

Kneeling at the grave
Staring at carved stone

A beginning, an end, a name
Once a living being, now gone

Questions without replies
Situations that had no end

Uninvited memories
Only the living left to mend

The visits become sporadic
Grass is growing tall

The sight remains the same
New neighbors at the dead mall

Carrying on with the days
Time ticks with innuendo

The end is never known
But always has a short window

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