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[lemonsdamaged]

A soft voice whispers to me
So near yet so far away
Quiet like a tune carried on the wind
Loud like a thunder storm overhead

I reach out to touch the person talking to me
But I cannot for they are long since dead
Why me, why now, why here, why them
Speaking words that touch me, move me, hurt me

I look at the face I have not seen in ten years
You tell me the truth, what has happened
What is yet to come
I look at your face and cry

Maybe you'll say goodbye?