The way you beamed bright,
As yours lips curved into a smile.
The way you guffawed with delight,
The way you made everything worthwhile.
The way you used to cup my face,
The way your hand fitted perfectly in mine,
The way you carried your figure with grace,
The way you assured me everything would be fine.
How could such joy rain these tears?
How could such pleasure breed this pain?
How could such trust sire these fears?
How could it all be in vain?
How should I ever look at this phone?
How should I live without you?
How should I move on?
At least give me a clue.
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