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appreciate
silence.

photographs of you.
pasted in my memo.
images of days we spent,
watching movies, holding hands.

the smell of your hair;
the touch of your hand;
the sweetness in my heart.

those days we spent,
no matter how,
im happy, spending it with you.

the way she made me feel.
like feathers floating in the sky.
so free, so free.

i hug her in my arm.
tight. so very tight.
i didnt want to let her go.

the walks we took,
holding her hand,
leading her the way.

the nights of stars,
when we sat at the bench.
emotions, emotions.

youre the girl that i didnt know
why i let you go.

stamp'd 18:49

Tuesday, April 19, 2005