To the Best Man In This Life of Her
In the darkness of a rising hole, there came the flash,
liting up her eyes, as she went to it
She saw the same man carrying tons of veggies to sell,
for he needed to give her some notebooks to hold
The man seemed to be a close relative to the owls, Staying awake the same as them
Nowhere to be seen except for the time when she needed him
The moments were there, when he held her hand so tight, refusing to quit in the battle of life
Being the best man in this life of her, she pleads to hold him in her eyes as always,
For this existence means a void without him
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