Missing People
Missing People
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It's funny how the
months go by,
when people pass
away
and even though
you miss them
they're
remembered every
day.
You remember
every memory,
until the very last
and it all comes
flooding in
to the present,
from the past.
You wish that you
could talk to them,
tell them how you
feel
and your heart still
aches in pain
but seems to
slowly heal.
You know, that
they're okay,
they don't have to
be in pain
you just love them
very much
and for that you
don't complain.
Sometimes you
look for answers,
no matter how
they come
cause somehow, it
helps you heal
and you feel, not
as numb.
7/2/14- Jessica
Thompson
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