Still Here
I heard you in the wind
The whispers were your voice
I felt you in my bones
The sweetest familiar noise
I saw you in the waves
Changing colors like your eyes
I felt you in the spray of water
When the tide became too high
I found you in a crowded classroom
When time had moved so slow
I lost you in a sea of people
When all it was was push and go
I missed you in november
And every day of the year
I asked you to leave my heart
But somehow you’re still here
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