Dreaming With Your Eyes Open

They say what's dead is never really gone.

They say all kinds of things

They say there are 5 stages of grief.

I feel a hundred.

They say you're in a better place.

But wouldn't that be with me?

What's better than being with the ones you love?

I know you're here.

6 feet under, the grass covers the dirt.

But I swear I can feel you.

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