Friday, July 29, 2011

Tough evening...

I look at the pictures
Remember the happy times,
I can see you, hear you, touch you
But you aren't here.
Why did you have to go?
You were one of the good guys,
Too good to die so young.
Now I sit alone,
Wanting you back,
The pain is deep,
And so I cry.

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