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Next To You

Thoughts of you
Cross my mind
Every once in a while.
My breath catches
In my throat,
And I swallow hard,
Trying to get rid
Of the lump that’s forming.

Some days I remember
The feeling as you
Slipped away.
I remember how I
Held your hand and
Felt it grow colder
With each passing moment.

When your favorite song
Plays on the radio,
I have to get off the road
And close my eyes.
You’re still with me,
No matter where I go.
I will always find you
Right next to me,
Just like you promised
When you took your
Last breath,
Right before you
Finally flew away.



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