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Losing You
The knock came at three am The witching hour I stumble to the door in your blue oxford and my barefeet They stood there like a pair of grim reapers in State Trooper gray Their words don't make any sense Redlight.....drunk driver.....make an ID I call your brother and he takes me downtown He's sure it's you and I shouldn't look Six thirty am and I hear screaming It's me......It's just hit me.....You're not coming home. I feel my heart still beating but how can this be? If you're gone how can my chest still rise and fall, is this proof of life? If they told the truth my life ended at a red light. Eventually the screaming stops and I am rocked in the arms of my best friend Her tears mixing with mine I have to save them! The power in them may be great enough to bring you back! Two pm and light forces me to open my eyes I touch your pillow...it's too cold I remember the gray grim reapers, the cement floor with the drain and the tears I collected I hold them tight because they have power I sit up and wonder if insanity will always hurt this much.
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