I feel eleven again
But this time
There are no weekend visits
No birthday cards
No more recitals
For you to miss.
This pain is great
I search for your smile
But I can't find it
For your voice
But I can't hear it.
You're gone for good
I miss you more and more
There are no more calls
Or conversations
No more hugs
Or being there when I rebound.
How can I go on?
You were always there
To help me on my way.
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