I Remember...
I Remember...
Feeling the tension in the air.
Memories floating all around me, as I stood there.
I Remember...
Feeling the pain of knowing she would no longer be around,
And slowly I watched, as my tears hit the ground.
I Remember...
Remembering from the very beginning.
As a baby, I'd cry and her voice was just, so soothing.
I Remember...
The scent lingering from her perfume, Red Door.
It caused an instant aching in my heart, as it tore.
I knew the end was near, as I heard the monitor give beep after beep.
I never knew I could feel a hurt that cut so deep.
The thought raced through my mind,
"How could this happen so fast?"
Now all I hear, is the repetition of those words that were her last.
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