Grief

And so I mark another year gone by
Looking at the empty window
Where once your light burned bright

I keep waiting for it to be just another day
For the emptiness to be filled
And the pain to be only a rememberence

But every year I can’t help it, I cry
Watching the movies of memories
In which your nobility was so often descried

Sept 16, 2012 2:33am

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