It's my self-centeredness that makes me cry.
Wetting pillows…with my frozen tears and melting heart
I wasn't ready to bid good-bye.
I wasn't ready to let her go.
And you know I loved her so.
It's only me, who is sick here.
She left me alone and went somewhere
I know that I should rejoice.
As she walked through Heaven's haze.
Our life still goes on,
But, I can't stop thinking of,
her smile, her radiance, her feel, and her aroma
That aura in her special love.
I know that she hears what I say.
It was just done in a different way.
remebering my sissy....
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