We use to talk the talk by each others side,
use to walk those walks in each other confide.
Now my hand it's empty without your fingers,
your scent, you're nowhere yet it lingers.
Now I cry.
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Comments7
That's too sad to like.
Powerful
Nostalgic, powerful, sad it has it all. Nicely written
This is quietly sweet
Powerfully written.
a sad story, well told...and the brevity makes it all the more impressive
Love and loss. Loss of love. Sent to heaven up above. Man or dog is always of, the purist spirit such to move. Now they have passed, my eyes are dead. At least i loved in stead.
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