My grandma never married again
Some people never moved on
Many people had died
We all left once.
In a world where everybody is trying to stay and remember; I am trying to find comfort.
For the ones I have tried to be forever, I am temporary.
Those who thought I would be the last, I was mere passagère.
I am
You are
We are;
Forever,
Until we decide to explore other life.
We are here today, so hold me.
We are still together tomorrow, cherish me.
You leave after tomorrow, don’t expect me to stay still.
I don’t want to hold myself with memories.
I don’t want to be sad seeing others.
I want to feel.
I want to be loved.
I want to live as I always did.
The season has ended, life continues.
Replacing?
Continuing.
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Semra Laureen Hill Jean
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