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I Wonder
I wonder.....is my picture still there, of me holding you? Do memories of who I am or was, fleet by your mind? At any particular time? Because I am in the picture, looking back out. And in my mind I wish, I were in your dreams. Because you're always in mine. I know I must be somewhere, because I was there once. My name on your lips, your smile, more then once in a while. I hope now even sometimes. I wonder......when you pass our park, do you feel my arms? The bench where we sat, the grass we laid, that particular way. Those were good days. I wonder, do you still play our song, in silence listening? Do your thoughts drift toward me, as the melody take you there? When we both shared. At a particular time each day, I hear your voice calling. Your heartbeat is still mine, because I am there. I know I am somewhere. Every moment I breath, awake and alone. You are my every thought, because you are here. Within my very essence. And I still love you, in that particular way. S A Gibbins 11-14-08
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