You're gone but not forgotten
A soul that was claimed too soon
You had such a life ahead of you
Your story wasn't even a quarter through
A page of written every day
The story ends only on book 2 outta four
But I know you're looking down on me
I know you're crying when it rains
And happy when the sun shines brightly
I'll feel the gentle touch of warmth from the suns rays
And the calming gusts of the gentle breeze
You're gone but not forgotten
The days past are remembered fondly
I'll always shed tears when I spend my time in melancholy
Remembering all the times we spent together my friend
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Jackie Coats
I'm starting back writing poetry and I may expand my expertise to other things in the future.
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