You are gone now, but I remember how it used to be.
And even though you are gone now, I remember still.
How I laid my eyes on you, and you were all I could see.
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Remember New Orleans at a quarter past three?
You remember the place, with the open-air grill?
You are gone now, but I remember how it used to be.
/
How I laid my eyes on you, and you were all I could see
And I think of you, of the days before you became ill.
How I laid my eyes on you, and you were all I could see.
/
I’d never seen someone so cheerful to such a degree.
Your smile brightened my world, it was you special skill.
You are gone now, but I remember how it used to be.
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I remember your laugh; how your face lit up with glee.
Even if no one else remembers your heart, I still will,
How I laid my eyes on you, and you were all I could see.
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Remember our favorite hike, by our favorite tree?
Often, not knowing how to move on - you give me the will.
You are gone now, but I remember how it used to be -
How I laid my eyes on you, and you were all I could see.
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Final Call
She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
By Caroline Craven3 days ago in Fiction
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