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Oct 2015
Searched high and low
No footsteps or trace of her
She ventured of into the unknown
I lost her without realizing
She let go
My hand so far outstretched
I blindly grabbed into the crowds
Caught only dust
And the scent of her perfume
A lovely goodbye
I dreaded for so long
I held her from birth
In my very own infant hands
Watched her grow
Ran around the yard so many times
We left a pathway so pops didnt have to mow
Swimming together at Papa's
Too many memories
And I'll curse the heavens of every religion
For taking her away
For not letting me be strong enough for her
Why did she leave
Why did she let go
What purpose do I have without her
I should have been the one to go
I have nothing
I'll always be this broken man
Longing for another chance
To fight a war I'll never win
But if it means saving her this time
I'll wage war with titans and gods alike
I lost her
Never found myself
I know oneday I'll find her
In that old sandbox we played together in
Or swinging on that old swing set
We had our first kiss on
I know she's waiting
So maybe I should let go
Fall into her arms
Let her hold me like she lost me
While I love her
Till she finds me in the darkness
I created when she left
Robert Guerrero
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Robert Guerrero
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