If tears could build a stairway,
and memory; a lane.
I'd march straight up to heaven,
and bring you home again.
No farewell words were spoken,
no time to say goodbye.
You were gone before I knew it,
and only "God" knows why.
My heart still aches in sadness,
and secret tears still flow.
What it meant to lose you,
no one will ever know.
But now I know you want me,
to mourn for you no more.
And to remember all the happy times,
life still has much in store.
Since you will never be forgotten,
I pledge to you today.
A hollowed place within my heart,
is where you'll always stay.
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Easy Breathing Baby
Short StoryClover. March 22, 2001 - February 08, 2015. Goodbye bubbles..