She looked at me while she giggled a light-hearted laugh

It rang out like a wind chime till cut in half

She looked to the side and made a face that shook me

I decided to escape and grab a cup of tea

To calm my nerves I turned on a tune

But, somehow it made me blue


I remember her sitting by a tree

Covered with the ants that loved me

I loved her more than I love myself

And yet she make me question my health

I hate to remember her at that time

Better to leave her life behind


I will move on one day

She will somehow be okay

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