I won't
I died
The moment they said you were gone, wells of water streamed from my face.
Your smile, your jokes, your cigarette stained breath
The way you wiped away my tears
The sweetness of your words in the bitterness of life
All of it was a distant memory
Momma
How can I go on?
How can I smile ?
How can I live with out you?
The answers are simple
I can't, I don't , I won't
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