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Nov 2016
I called for her and she came to me,
In my lucid state.
She looked so different, so beautiful,
So radiant, and free.
"Visit me," I begged, finding that she was getting harder and harder to see.
"Not yet, you aren't ready. I only come to those who need me."
I began to understand, tears streaming down my face at a fast rate.
There was nothing I could do, she was gone as quickly as she came.
So until the day I need her, I must patiently wait.
I just hope you know that without you here, nothing is the same.
I love you to the moon and back, Michelle. And I will be waiting for the day I get to see your face once more.
Jordan
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Jordan  Texas
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