Pry away your fingers, dear

I see her

crying

I see her

with her hands over her eyes

and I wish

I could do something

anything

besides sit here and think about her

 

I dream of her

smiling

I dream of her

carefree and beautiful

and I want

to put my arms around her

one time

just to know what she feels like

 

I write about her

sometimes

I write about her

and wish I could help

and I try

to make her see what she needs

the words

she needs spoken to her

 

I think of her

now

I think of her

and how she used to be

and I can't

remember seeing her smile

or laugh

now that she's gone

 

I talked to her

today

I talked to her

about what's been going on

and I need

her to hear me just once

listen

when I say I loved her

 

But I can't get

to her

I can't get

myself those six feet down

and I just

want to see her face again

uncover

those beautiful crying eyes

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