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May 2010
Was it a bad day,
or did you have to go?
Was it the wrong week,
or could you have stayed
just a bit longer?

But time doesn't
make promises,
maybe being alone
was a need
I got lost in,

Knowing who we were
with our mistakes,
some of which
I find hard to take on,

I never wish
to go back there,
but sometimes
I want to take you
to the river,

It flows like time
at a steady pace,
the water has no name
And your dress is perfect

It shakes forward
leaping over itself
when I
lie next to you,
holding your hand
in the grass,

You smile and laugh,
it's just us and the river
talking together
about places
we've never seen,

I want to love
but I don't know how,
You are very good
and I could
learn from you,

The sun falls
and the blue
mist surrounds,
telling us it's time
to go back,

I'll never forget
who you are,
whoever you are,
you're gone,
but I still
haven't found you.
Written by
Ryan Patrick Walsh
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