Dear Carolyn
I think about you as I cry,
and wonder why you had to die,
for there's a void now in my life,
that emptiness cuts like a knife.
I miss the way we used to chat
and laugh, and feel sincerely that
I'll miss you till the day I die.
I think about you as I cry...
written for Constance's contest in honour of Carolyn
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2021
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