Yesterday

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Night time has become my favorite time
It's where I remember us—

Remember you
Your smile and quirky laughter

I talk to you during these nights
Touching the bed where you once slept

I cry from the loss of you in my life
And swear I don't want this life anymore

Yet I will wake up tomorrow
Still breathing—

In your delicious scent
That clings to your pillow

As I cling to your memory
Pictures and dreams

What will I do without you
My voice echoes that question in our empty room...

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