Junebug


Walking down the road.
Where to go?
I'm a little cold
but there's a place that I know.

And its been quite some time
since I've brought you flowers.

Six years,
but the tears
still welcome me.
You grew old and I'm happy.
but incomplete.
Bittersweet.
But I won't be weak.
You saved me.

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