I write about days that passed
Of little ventures that didn't last
Or of friends that live elsewhere
And of others that left early - unfair
My poems outline what I've wanted
And other paths I may have lead
Recently I've brainstormed a way
Something that lately I want to say
The dictionary has it's own definition
And there are songs with every solution
Every flower in a pot reminds me
With every compliment it helps me see
Exactly what you tell me everyday
Even when you're not here I can hear you say
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