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Rated: · Other · Death · #1730122
RIP Poppie 12.19.1941 - 09.22.2009
I try to catch a scent of you,
But nothing lingers on your clothes.
You feel so far away right now –
Right when I need you the most.

I try to catch a glimpse of you,
But no pictures can explain.
The only thing I feel right now,
Is a loss that’s licked with pain.

I try to draw a picture of you,
But these lines will not erase.
I can’t capture the safety and warmth
Of your strong, familiar embrace.

I try to be still and wait for you,
But you have yet to show.
I’ll live my life with memory of you,
And try my hardest to let go.
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