Those Left Behind
Location
94803
United States
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I reach for her, she is not there
I speak, she can not hear
I cry until I can no more
She does not shed a tear
I want so much to see her now
To see her bright green eyes
I long to see her painted lips
But every person dies
I think of her from time to time
Whenever rain does fall
I think of one that I once knew
Of one I can't recall
This poem is about:
My family