I knew you would come this way
Looking for memories from our yesterdays
I have wrapped my pens back into cellophane
And hid them behind their metal lids
There are lines for you no more,
I don’t live here any more.
I knew you would come this way
Picking random thoughts of love and care
Among the remains of what remains
From the little time we shared
There are lines for you no more,
I don’t live here any more.
I know that you are hurting
Accept my condolences too
I died yesterday
This is my tombstone.
Nov-3-2009
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