Remember
Will I ever really be okay? No.
Cause every time someone will say your
name a tear, will run down my face.
The things you did for me can never be replaced.
All the things we did together and all the memories
we made will never be erased. Like when I was
little and we use to play dress-up. All those times
I got in trouble and you were there to comfort me,
To tell me everything will be okay. The day you passed
I knew my life would never be the same again.
But I knew I would have to move on and pass this mile stone.
That is what you would have wanted for me, to move
on with life and be happy. I know that you are in a better place now.
The day you passed you weren’t in pain but at peace
with yourself. Now I have to be at peace with myself
You will always be loved and never forgotten.
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