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Apr 2013
there are days
that float to the surface
you were one of thouse
we walked in the woods
as the last days of winter came to a close
and we the warmth that friends reached out to
and we were the warmth that made a home for all

you made candles to pedal on the corner
with bright colours flowing round
that wax scent still fills my senses
just like your smile
while i wrote songs and built my machines
to bring our bread and butter
and we would end our day wrapped in that old blanket
with the cabin in the woods on it
wrapped in each other in our love

there are days that come to me
there is only the wind
where her whisper once guided me
there is only silence where her smile once brightened my day
sleeping here miles away from
where we started
sleeping here ages from when we started
there is only the song that calls to me

thouse days are gone
and so are you
if only you were alive i would tell you
how much you still mean to me

forgive me for not being there to save your life
i would give anything to have that day back again
mark john junor
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mark john junor  59/M
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