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Sep 02, 2006 11:55

Three months, and my heart is breaking
Drowning in all the time it's taking
Gone. Never seen again.
Flooded with all the "remember when"

You visit, almost ritually
Like when we used to smoke habitually
Dreaming. The things I wish I said
You hear me now, even though you're dead

I hope that you see all the growth I've endured
Yet we know in the end this will never be cured

I wish and I hope and I pray and I cry
I stumble and fall and wish that I'd die
But your laugh, it still echoes
Far back in my head
Your cough and your smile
When your eyes would turn red

Nothing's the same
without your presence
One day at a time
from hours to seconds.
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