A personal gift in the mail, from a close friend,
The details about me, expectations, transcend.
A visit in the hospital, to show they care,
They say to get better, and offer me a prayer.
While I’m at work, they stop by and say,
“We thought we’d stop by, just to say ‘hay.’”
The places I would go to watch the sun go down,
I find my way there with not a look from the ground.
The girl I knew I could not replace,
Remembers me still, with tight embrace.
The memory in a song from so long ago,
Will still fills me with warmth form my head to my toe.
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