Can you still hear everything that I say,
I still talk to you every single day.
Can you still see everything I do,
I still do things out of love for you.
Can you still smell the perfume I wear,
Though that’s only a small thing, I still care.
I still smell your pipe tobacco everywhere,
I still see your imprint in the corner chair.
I can still hear your quiet laugh,
It echoes around your cozy gaf.
I sense you every day,
I can feel you around me in every way.
I can see your smile when I close my eyes,
They say you’re gone, I wont believe those lies.
You are absolutely everywhere we go,
I don’t need proof, I just know.
You are now with my granny, your loving wife,
Meet me too at Heaven’s gates for our afterlife.
*gaf = home
Thursday, August 30, 2007
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