Staring in the Shadows
She smiles at me from the shadows.
I think of her with the sight of every butterfly.
They say that time's a healer.
Whoever "they" are lied.
And you can't smoke, snort, or drink away your memories.
Believe me because I've tried and tried and tried...
And I still hurt just as badly,
as the day they died.
I see the wreck and hear her screams,
still I can't save her in my dreams.
As my eyes open I can't say for sure,
if the scream that caused me to awaken,
belonged to me or her.
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