You went without
Saying a goodbye,
But you are still here,
You didn’t die.
You are alive,
In every teardrop I shed.
I see your shadow, whenever I look ahead.
It might be a dream or a mirage,
The testament of my wilting hope, in life’s corsage.
But these dreams are my only ray of light, when the sun goes down.
The straws I keep grasping at whenever I drown.

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