The Man In the Frame
The familiar pit in my stomach
From the hole in my heart
April 6th in 2011 was our first month apart
It was your Birthday
It felt so strange not to call my friend
But, as they say, all things must End
Just a few months later
I stood in shock at your stone
We didn't have a chance to say goodbye
I'd never felt more alone
You knew me better than I even knew myself
I take your photo tonight from it's drawer
And place next to my bed on the shelf
It's Just for your Birthday i tell myself
For I have moved on in many ways
But for this occasion you smile back
As You're proudly displayed
As is secret custom for me on this day
To celebrate your Birth and the life that you made
With it's True Love, passion and the energy that would too soon fade
I used to be jealous of others
I felt always Living carefree
Without this pain and to know much grief
Now I just feel bad for them
For they didn't know you like me
I guess I knew I was special
And I always will be
Copyright © Ashley Gleason | Year Posted 2021
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