Pretend
You know, I still pretend it's not over sometimes
that I'll make the drive up to see you in a few days
that I'll shake your fathers hand
give your mother a hug
hold your sisters in a warm embrace
and kiss you slowly, telling you that I'm so happy to see your beautiful face.
I pretend that's still my world
but it isn't
it's gone.
You took a lot from me when you left
because I lost more than you
I lost my whole world
And that's not something I can rebuild.
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