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Is that you?
Are you there? I turn to look Everywhere! I miss you daily I look for a sign I think I see one But it is only in my mind. My friends all say Your are doing so well But they cannot know My inner hell. I do not share I must be strong They have no clue They are so wrong I see your son He looks like you His smile, his eyes It is so true. You have left this earth To go onto another Eight months ago And still I shudder! Will the pain get better? Will I finally accept? I don’t really think so But I have no regrets! I am not a poet I do not write for acclaim I merely do it To help ease my pain.
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