Wednesday, November 20, 2013

11/20

Sometimes I need just to cry, cry, cry
You are gone, and I do not really know how
To go on.

As time moves, as time moves, really
It does little to assuage the loss. How I miss you,
A constant always.

I do my best, Dear, I do, and mostly do well.
Until I remember the sweet moments that so
Filled our days.

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