As I cling on to the past
Hoping it would stay…
Trying not to shed a single tear
On the times that were gay…
I keep hearing your footsteps
Wishing you said dear please stay…
As I hold your memories in my heart
Tears fill in my stark eyes…
Telling me the reality
Giving meaning to my sighs…
Making it more difficult to move onAnd accept all the said lies…
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