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Remembering All That Is You

I can’t help but think of you as I see a couple holding hands, whispering sweet nothing to each other as they-- walk in one single stride Can’t help but think about when that couple was you and I, and those-- sweet nothings I whispered in your ear made you cry, cuz I asked if you would make me the happiest man alive, and be my wife I think about those nights, when our minds, bodies & souls became one, and you would whisper in my ear “Baby I love you” as you gave me all that was you Can’t help but remember those times, when your world seemed to be coming down around you and-- you would cry on my shoulder, asking me to hold you tight and never let go cuz you just didn’t know what to do I think back and remember the day when to you...I revealed my fears, that day you hugged me tight, kissed my softly on my forehead, both eyelids, and through eyes full of understanding tears you-- reassured me that our love would conquer all my fears I so miss those times when I would-- lay my head on your lap, as we sat watching TV and you would-- run your fingers through my hair, then without warning, you would mute the volume of the TV, tap me on the head so I’d look up at you, only to say I-- love you baby, then just turn the volume back up, and continue running your fingers through my hair I wish I could have back just one moment in time... ...one more chance to bare witness to your shine... ...One more smell of the fragrance of your scent, so that I may carry it with me wherever I go... As I stand here with tears in my eyes, placing, these flowers on your hollowed ground, I can’t help but remember that day when you were taken from me, that day, when the smile that only you put on my face, was turned to a permanent frown

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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