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I worry, If I might forget you the exact tone of your voice how you always shouted the next words how the sides of your eyes crinkled, when you smiled And your cheeks all raised up Eyes sparkling with mischief a true picture of childhood how you laughed really loud And looked at people from the corner of your eye how you refused to conform. I wonder now what to tell my kids of this aunt who I thought, I would have forever to know Which words should I use ? What picture should I paint ? What must I tell them ? How you bickered and fought and bickered and fought some more how you left oh so suddenly and when you left all the silences grew uncomfortable. We were all fat with good fortune And death had no patience. how you took a piece of my heart without telling me and kept it when you left. So what do I do with this this love I have for you ? Where do you want me to put it ?
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Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 4:26 PM UTC
I Worry
I worry, If I might forget you the exact tone of your voice how you always shouted the next words how the sides of your eyes crinkled, when you smiled And your cheeks all raised up Eyes sparkling with mischief a true picture of childhood how you laughed really loud And looked at people from the corner of your eye how you refused to conform. I wonder now what to tell my kids of this aunt who I thought, I would have forever to know Which words should I use ? What picture should I paint ? What must I tell them ? How you bickered and fought and bickered and fought some more how you left oh so suddenly and when you left all the silences grew uncomfortable. We were all fat with good fortune And death had no patience. how you took a piece of my heart without telling me and kept it when you left. So what do I do with this this love I have for you ? Where do you want me to put it ?
someone you love dies on a random afternoon and the world won't care because it doesn't owe us and the sun will rise and the tides will lap against the shore and the birds will sing and remember to fly home and the clocks will tick and you will walk not knowing a part of you had died and fallen off.
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Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 4:26 PM UTC
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