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Feb 2011
Having to hold back all my tears, I was hoping youʼd be mine for years. Turns out our journey was cut short, I feel like I was in the wrong. I donʼt know what I did to deserve this. After your departure, you were sent to another home.
I wasnʼt even allowed to land upon some foam.
After you left, I always felt so alone.
Who else could be your friend, who else would be mine?
Was this the end of your life?
Yes, it was, and mine was only the start.
I was still young, and you were growing old.
Never fading in my mind, but fading in the growing time.
These people didnʼt deserve you, itʼs true, you were only to be mine.
I have no reason to like them, they let you die.
They werenʼt even gonna lie, they wanted you to fly.
Fly away from me? Leave me to cry, and asking everyone why?
Thatʼs the question I still ask, why?
Iʼve got numerous things to say, and I still ask God to watch over you as I pray.
I pray to keep you safe, even though your away from those people.
I pray that you are safe, and donʼt hurt anymore.
I pray that you donʼt struggle like I do.
Even though your up there with God, I pretend your still down here, which some people
feel is odd.
To hell with them, they donʼt understand, and they cannot possibly imagine.
While I write about you, I pay no attention to the others around me.
None of these people should even surround me.
They have no place in my life, and no knowledge of you.
It was a privilege to have been your owner.
It was a privilege to watch the point, carve your name on your shiny blue name tag.
It was a privilege to thrown you the tennis ball all day long.
It was a privilege to see your smiling mug.
It was a privilege to have you snuggle with me at night.
It was a privilege to do everything with you.
It was a privilege to tell you to never forget to remember me.
It was a privilege to call you mine.
I could go on and on, as I already have.
Written by
Mel
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