I have a space inside my heart
that marks the day we had to part
The day I lost my dearest friend
My loyal companion to the end
I am a mother, I am a wife,
yet something is missing from my life -
I have a job to fill my days
an ideal life in many ways...
Yet in the garden, or by my chair
I look for you - though you're not there.
There is a void I cannot fill
I think of you often, and miss you still...
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Hauntingly beautiful.
dcrelief
One of those rarest points of connection to someone I don't know at all. The kind of post that causes you to hang suspended in thin air as you hop and skip impatiently around all of those ethereal places that make the web.
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