Melodies being stripped of the joy they once held when you
were here sharing our lives together daily, all that's left
are tears your memories now bring to light.
Walking through rows of headstones, searching for the one
that marks your heart on the other side, cherishing our time
we've had through the years with tears flowing steadily
years keep growing, mounting up, reminding me of your pass-
ing.
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