When I think about you
I’m filled with sorrow.
Now years of suffering, missing, longing,
there's not one moment my mind isn't stuck on you.
For a long time, there was a piece of me gone.
I wasn’t who I was supposed to be.
After you died,
a part of me died too.
Still there’s not a day where you don’t cross my mind
some moments, I wish that weren’t true.
Forgetting would be the cure,
but not it’s not the answer.
My best friend was ripped away from me
and I can’t breathe
Yet time keeps moving,
and you aren’t here.
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Isabella Walker
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