If your arms have to go back one day, which covers me with your words of encouragement in my mind there will be room for more cries of your absence. If I was given to fantasy just to fill the void in your voice, if my evenings now just bring your memory was just not to be left alone to enjoy a sunset after another. You have what no one else can bring to my life: That makes fleeting happiness that nothing is more eternal than those kisses that are born of the second prior to your departure, or the echo of your laughter in the air. Your strength, your tears, your eyes filled with sincerity, are just place the key closure everything I feel for you. But you were ungrateful to my love, call it madness is more to be unworthy and denigrate something as sublime to a single level of dementia. You tell me blind but you can not see beyond what I put the flower in your hand. Then my whole world crumbles and find that nothing before me that I might want to have. All the love that was for you you have carried him away. And in that moment of laziness I think that everything is meaningless without love. Maybe one day you learn love, maybe I learn to forget the smell of your hair or the thoughts that led me to leave this body, this afternoon where everything is summed up in one simple step between before and after you.
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