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I remember holding you while we lie in bed awake and I would hug you so close just to feel every breathe that you take and I remember you telling me that you don't want me to cry and I promise you that I wont but deep down you knows I lie and I remember you telling me that I have to be strong inside and I remember the moment that you close your eyes and died and I remember when they carry you standing in the rain soaking wet as I fumbled with a lighter trying to light a cigarette and I remember the flowers as they cover you in the ground every one wishing me well but I couldn't hear a sound I remember her parents standing there and the grieve on your face for so many years they disowned you for loving a man of a different race and I remember reaching out a hand trying to find something to say and I remember they look at me and without a word walk away I remember the first time we meet down by the Staten island mall when you got a flat tire and didn't know who to call and I remember our first date and asking you to be my wife and i remember taking you to Trinidad to show my parents the woman to share my life and I remember you dancing to steel pan and calypso drinking coconut water sucking sugar cane and ripe mangoes and when you got sick and what the doctor said to me I remember our fairly tales turns to a horror story you made me swear to be strong and carry on now I'm so weak so weak since you been gone I remember every moment every moment spend with you the only thing I don't remember is how to live without you I cant live without you so I wont even try I will stay by your grave until the day I die god you take my woman the only one I ever love and you got so many angels you didn't need another one above

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