i'm not sure when i started to see her through you
when i see you laugh
i picture her
in her bata
standing at the stove
and i can smell the incredible aroma of memories
and i smile to keep the tears at bay
because in that moment
i see her
i feel her
and in that one moment
i don't feel the pain of missing her
Friday, January 01, 2010
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