See
Everywhere I looked for you
places where I travelled,
For I couldn’t comprehend at all
stories that unravelled.
Swear they lied that you had died
the things that people say,
Why keep me sad to feel bad
when ones on holiday?
Though people grieve from your leave
with sorrow and great pain,
I know I've only missed you
to see you once again.
Copyright © Paris-Maree Boreham | Year Posted 2021
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