I can still remember
The nights when you'd
Wrap your arms around me
Like a warm wool blanket.
And I will never forget
The days I've spent
Laying on tear-soaked sheets
Like a grieving widow.
Because you aren't dead
To everyone,
You're just dead
To me.
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I Am Everything
PoetryExcerpt: "I am everything: The autumn winds easing the leaves away from their branches, A baby's smile at daddy's funny face, The tears that seep into the soil at a funeral, A heavy snowfall on Christmas Eve. I am a hug: Offered only during t...
