I’d trade everything to be in your arms again!

Six feet under

Somewhere near

Not too far;

Her memories

I try to decipher ,

Like a Morse code;

dots and dashes or dits and dahs

Combining every letter,

Her words,

Her actions,

The pattern she used to work in,

Unravelling The ties;

I remember she told me,

She won’t be here for long,

I remember She told me;

To love everyone as she does,

I remember she told me,

She wanted me in her arms,

Being here

But wanting to be there

Why I don’t remember

She telling me,

I love her

As much as she does?
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Perhaps she believed I don’t.

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