Tang & Trim
Christmas is not the same anymore
Those future memories, already forgotten
As a stale mind
A legacy drying up, with each new year
I mourn two departed souls
Remembrance erodes one that hasn’t
Spiritual keepsakes will live on
Those future memories, already forgotten
As a stale mind
A legacy drying up, with each new year
I mourn two departed souls
Remembrance erodes one that hasn’t
Spiritual keepsakes will live on
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I’m continuing to remember my father on the first Christmas without him.