Still Here

September 30, 2008
By Annie Niland, Spring, TX

Drip, Drop, Drip.
Hes gone,
but i can still see him.

Drip, Drop, Drip.
The destructions done,
but i can still feel his breath.

Drip.
Hes gone.

Drop.
But we will never forget.

Drip.
Only because he won't let us.

Drip, Drop, Drip.
His voice,
rings in my ears.

Drip, Drop, Drip.
I can turn away,
but i see him all the more.

Drip.
Hes here.

Drop.
And we will always remember.

Drip.
Only because we choose to.



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