picture of you

I see the way you smile,
and then I think about your laugh
I see your bright blue eyes,
and then I think about how you’d look at me
then I start to cry,
because I think about what use to be
you didn’t seem to care,
about us or the future,
all I can do is look at this picture of you
Boy, I sure will miss you.





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