I felt you in my chest when I was small.
My heart would skip a beat and hop and fall,
And down you fell as the years went by.
My stomach, twisting when we said goodbye,
But with each dawn and new hello
Would feel for you the same warm glow
(My scotch on the rocks with a twist)
Then further than I knew my heart went down,
We reached new grounds, I’d call your name aloud.
Later my legs carried you a while.
I leant on you and you on me. We walked the weary mile.
My feet became your final resting place,
And there you are with every pace to watch my heart unravel,
Watch me walk the gravel path
To your grave
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