Weary
This time of year
I miss you most
Your warmth and love
my hearts host
A touch a flash
I miss you dear
At times I cry
A simple tear
For no longer your body
is in pain
I loved you more
And that’s the shame
You died to young
No fault of yours
Regrets I’ve none
I’ve closed the door
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