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Oct 2014
This place is already tainted with memories of you
I've only been in this place for a few weeks
But already, I find it hard to breath
Thoughts of you come to me
Just walking around
On this hallowed ground

And I imagine life with you
Life without you
How different those two things really are
These few acres
Of tear-stained concrete
Would be empty
If I did not know
That you too
Were walking on these grounds
If not beside me
Then near me

Each blade of grass
Each flower
Each fallen leaf
Each ripple in Each puddle
I see around this old place
Is now infected with the virus of your heart
Never again to recover
Only to slowly wilt
Until nothing is left to see
And it's only you and me

Mary Christopher
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Mary Christopher  NC
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