I still feel their presence
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I LOVE THE DEAD
There’s never enough love
Flowing from my fingertips
There’s never enough love in an email
I love the dead
I swear I’ll love you more next time
Is it too late to love you?
I’d swear you’re still with me
When you stood next to me
I took it all for granted
When you stood next to me
I forgot to bask in your glow
I love the dead
I swear I’ll love you more next time
I still feel your presence
If only we had a next time
I miss you is trite thing to say
Oh, but I miss you
Again, at a loss for words
Will you sing for me?
This time I’ll listen
Sing for me
I’m listening
Why didn’t I sing for you
Why was I afraid of annoying you, boring you
Being vulnerable before you
I love the dead
I swear I’ll love you more next time
I still feel your presence
If only we had one last time
I miss you
You’re still on my mind
I still miss you
You’re still knocking at my door
You’re still on my mind
The heaven of my mind
Not knocking on heaven’s door
But at my door
Still at my door
I miss the dead.
I love the dead.
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