Memories
The rain comes down and it takes away my pain.
The rain comes down and it takes away my fear.
The rain comes down... and it is you.
It’s your warm embrace, your bright eyes, your carefree smile.
Your joyous laugh that could fill even the largest of rooms, your strange ways I tried for years to understand, yet never did...
Your funeral is tomorrow.
Many people say I shouldn’t go.
They say I should concentrate on not forgetting our wonderful memories.
I don’t listen to them.
As I rain comes down, I know I will never forget anything.
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