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The room is quiet—you are not;
Your dying eyes recall a thought.
Who will be there at night in my bed?
Who will lie on the pillow above my head?
Your breathing has slowed, but not my tears.
While the world turns, so grow my fears.
Who will help me through this next part?
Who will be there from the very start?
You were—and are—my greatest friend,
Together until the very end.
Somehow, still in silence, I can hear
The echo of you, close and near.
About the Creator
Baby Josie
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