We Will Meet Again


The moment that you died
my heart was torn in two.
One side filled with heartache,
the other died with you.

I often lie awake at night,
when the world is fast asleep,
and take a walk down memory lane,
with tears upon my cheeks.

Remembering you is easy,
I do it every day,
but missing you is heartache
that never goes away.

I hold you tightly within my heart
and there you will remain,
until the joyous day arrives,
that we will meet again.

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