Undelivered
Dear One,
I miss your smile
I miss your laugh
I miss your spirit and your craft.
When I started this letter it was too late,
I should have written it before this date.
You taught me kindness
you taught me jokes.
You have my heart and I have yours
until we meet at the doors.
Till that day I'll live my life,
like you taught me and I'll be alright.
I wish I could have sent this through
but undelivered this is to you.
Love, Drew
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My family
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