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  • Writer's pictureSamantha Pollock

You’re the Sun

I remember you always. I even talk to you on bad days.

Though you’re gone, I feel like I can hear you and the things you used to say.

Looking into the woods and the wind is blowing your laugh,

I can’t help but wonder what kind of last moments you had.

Though I’m not happy about how things turned out,

I’m happy to have the memories of the love, laughs and smiles.

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