Here I sit
Trying to match the wit
Of the man
That holds her hand
Now I stand
As best I can
The tears come down
An all too familiar frown
His heart is hers
Unspoken words
Pain so deep
It’s hard to keep
His smile betrays
But his eyes they say
This is pain
This is Dewayne
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