Wednesday, 30 October 2013

I am here

I am the last text that I sent
The note that you kept
The photo that you found
I am the feather on the ground

I am the gifts that I bought
The smile that you caught
The memories stood still
I am the climb up a hill

I am the song in the car
The sparkle of a star
And though I'm not near
In all these things, I am here

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