Missing you leaks out of my eye. Remember that day You were getting ready to leave and I painted poppies for your journey? Could you hear me sing Be Not Afraid and did it help even a little? Were you feeling safe? Remember, next? I sang about Sunshine and how you were mine from one thousand miles away. Could you hear it in that way ears cannot? Could you feel the painted sun rise, Heating the cold white tile? Were you warm enough? Do you remember? |
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