Could it be helped

IF

If I loved you.

I would miss:

Your wide grin when I would tell you something funny.

Your eyes when you thought, a stormy ocean of complexity which crashed like waves against each other.

The way you held an emotion so strong it showed on your face.

When you were cold you held yourself, not showing need for anyone.

Your nose when it wrinkled up when your loud laugh made its way to my heart.

The redness of your face when I told you that you are beautiful.

The stories of adventure you told me long ago.

If I could go back to you for one day I would let you know just one thing.

I miss you...

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I wrote a poem for you...

"When the clock reads you"

The book flew open and turned to shreds it knew too many songs inside my head. The light forgot the night times gloom so instead it turned into noon. The table and chairs weren't anywhere so I sat on the floor and didn't care. The fish swam into the past looking for blue instead it found nothing new.

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Here is one more for you.

"My sister"

The burial began at the crack of dawn, it was a little girl that wasn't strong. She had opened her window to feel the night when along came a knife. There was she dead beside her bed. They found her that morning and called the services before mourning. People gathered around, all dressed in dark, and there lay her casket without any marks. Singing they lowered her six feet under, without even noticing her breathing. Her mother wept, her father stood patiently looking at the sky. Soon the time came for them all to leave, her brother was the last to grieve. He would miss her and never forget the sight of the dirt that would cover his sister. The night came and took her away, so that she would not rot in that grave.

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It's ok to talk, don't be shy.

BOY