There you are again, the memory of you.
You’re standing there like always, smiling, amused.
I can hear your laugh, the whispers of your words.
I close my eyes and hold your hand, imagining I’m with you.
I’ve thought a million times, of the life you should have had.
The happiness, the hope, and the tears you may have shed.
I know your life wouldn’t have been perfect. No one’s ever is.
But I would have been there with you.
It would have been yours to live.
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