I hear myself speak and I remember back to a time when you stayed with me and folks couldn't tell us apart on the phone. Today you would've turned 45 years old. So much of my history went up in smoke that day last May when you died, and yet, by the look of things, you live on in my heart. It's an unhappy birthday! I miss you.
Keep passin' the open windows...
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2 comments:
awwwww... sorry to hear about your friend
Glad that he stays in your heart.
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