I’m here to tell your story. I wouldn’t call this mourning. Coffee can’t shake this feeling, but I wish that it could. You were present every moment and I hope that you would know that nobody is perfect. But you were pretty damn close. I heard your car in the driveway. The dog’s looking sideways. You walked up to the front door so I got up to see. I won’t hear you knock at all anymore. Goodbye year’s too permanent. So, “see you later” sounds like you meant that we’ll all see you again. I like the sound of that, but I won’t hear you knock at all anymore. I feel like it rains almost every Sunday. The perfect time to lose my faith. Instead of questioning what’s over my head I’ll try and take care of myself. It feels like it rains almost every Sunday. The perfect time to lose my faith. Instead of questioning what’s over my head I’ll try and remember what you said. Do your best to spread hope around. Don’t get distracted with the hatred of sound.
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