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Apr 2022
She was the one that you’d forget to invite
Not out of dislike but because she lived just out of sight

She was the shadow that infers the sun
Blinked in the only picture that showed her face
You’re not alone if you do not recall her
I’d forgotten that time she sat next to me

The party was nothing to remember
Sept’ that when I said hello,
she simply touched my hand then ran away

I’d forgotten about Georgia
But I guess Georgia never forgot about me

At least that’s what her mother said
When she asked me to speak at the service
To lay poor Georgia down
She told me Georgia mentioned me in her note

She had loved me from afar
One touch of my hand and tears in the dark
Mark Grover
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