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Sitting Quietly in May
Some might say,
it's just another day
but the days so quickly pass
age marking time far too fast;
spring was a season of mixed messages
days of rain and dampened dew
full of old memories,
walking the garden with you,
then came the buds, the blossoms, and the bloom
life rushed on,
no regrets to exhume,
the gentler days of flowering and you;
in looking back
the early days moved slowly and steady
with struggles through laughter, tears, and joy thready
but you were there ever at the ready;
lost to the days of April into May
and I am still here tears as I pray,
my eyes on the stars
wondering what happened
and where you are.
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