While looking for something in a cupboard
I found your pill organiser. Plastic. Once white
Now covered in the faintest layer of dust
It hasn't been touched in five years
That's how long it has been
It rattled when I picked it up. It wasn't empty
Pills you had planned to take
But never got around to taking
Pills that, in the end, didn't matter.
They didn't extend your time with us
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