my mitten fingers
struggled to press the right buttons
as your voice filled my ears
and the memories all came back
one by one
tears welled up my eyes
sadness seized my soul
you convinced me
told me your story
and I knelt beside my bed
hands buried in my head
on the other side
lost and confused
and listened
to those words I've heard all my life
out of respect I listened
and my heart broke again
over and over
and I was lost
and you had to go
when you come tomorrow
I want to have found myself
and know what to say
only the right thing
by God
but
you must have remembered me
you must have thought of me
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sigh.
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