“Good day!”

On such a day

Like the one I have today

I sit beneath it all.

I remember your presence

And I remember your gift.

How you altered my life;

How you shattered my glass

Into a thousand pieces of utter beauty.

It’s days like these

That I recall you;

That I refuse to accept

The hurt of what today brings.

You run through me in my days.

You care for me in my nights

Trotting through these meaningless times

Always leads me back to the thought of you.

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