You are missed
So very gentle, the music plays,Silent tears slip on its wake…
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1 min readOct 2, 2013
Every time I let my thoughts roam, I wince, as it rakes your name. So very gentle, the music plays, Silent tears slip on its wake…
It’s hard not to remember, Your smile wide and bright, Those little crinkles below your eyes, Head slanted to your right.
The short walks we took, The short tunes we hummed, Your voice music to my ears, Passed quick as I feared.
